A Single Tear Drop

I'm nothing.
 It must be true because its written on the walls.
In her lipstick.
Everywhere.

A single tear drop forms but never falls.

The weeping wounds open, crying their tears of blood as she tortures my heart yet again. Her claws unsheathed and riping me open, bareing all the delicate parts of me to the world, she screams my faults into my ears, deaffened I can only stand there and bleed.

 A single tear drop forms but never falls, and though she has me by the balls, I can safely say I never fail. That single teardrop never falls, she breaks down again crying and begging my forgiveness. If I never break she has nothing to show for all her efforts, tieing my heart in knots she will later cut apart with razorblades.

A single teardrop forms but never falls.

Because, though I'm the one who feels the pain, I can feel her hurt, her need, and the rageing ache she keeps trying to pass on, but that teardrop I will not cry is not for me. I will not cry for she needs that teardrop. The one with sorrow heavy in her heart.

Again I tell her everythings going to be alright but all she hears is that its ok to keep hurting me. Punishing me for his sins, she stays ironicly torn, she loves me, she loves me not, she leaves me, she leaves me not.

A single teardrop forms but never falls.

Eventually I tire of her games, of her pain, and it becomes more than I can bare, so I send her packing, her pain her own again she cries, realizing what she did to me, but my pain won't last. She is soon gone and the new wounds close.

Memories haunt me, only to fade, Water flows, time passes, and I forget again,
 why every now and then

A single teardrop forms but never falls.