To shed another tear,
Of so many let roll down
The face always turned to you.
Borne of the state of the
Unwanted, so caught by such
These fall.  Or are wiped off.
Left to soak into pillows.
Only witnessed by the dark.
Betray a weakness within.
Tell tale evidence of a lack,
Unwillingness to love ones self.
Belief in being less when without.
Are but symptoms of poor choices
Of the heart, the need to please
At the cost of so many nights crying.
You can move on.  
You must see and believe,
That they are less, and left something great.
Hide not what hurt is felt.  
Promising only to not cause such in anyone else.