stubborn tears well in the bottom of my eyes
not once do they ask if i would like them to fall
not once do they tap on my shoulder and say
“would you mind if i tip-toed across your unwilling face
and ruined the night you thought it was all over”

they call me weak day after day
at every minor inconvenience
they beckon for me to unhook the gates and let them wander

sometimes they leave for a while and i forget
about their constant harassment
but soon their greedy hands grasp on my waterline

and stubborn tears well in the bottom of my eyes