I had everything set-

Today is the day i tell her-

I'm done-

This time I'm more than ready and well within my right to take a stand-

I'm tired of expressing feelings that get over looked until they turn into demands-

Being that one that grants everyone a second chance is over-

And with the coldness in my heart enhanced I firmly plant my feet in the soil and stand my ground-

And decide that these circumstances have forced me to finally wash my hands-

Of you-

And then...-

An unexpected factor interrupts my plans-

Brings to a halt the whole jolt of confidence i had readied for myself-

The coldness I had obtained would steadily melt away-

From the fact that every decision has a price to pay and this one would surely bring hell to my heart-

And with that considered this frigid bitter cold I had acquired was doomed from the start-

She cried y'all-

She cried openly and uncontrollably-

Expressed how she can't deal with the fact over never again holding me-

And the thought of someone else isn't something she can live with-

And someone else with me is just making her want to kill shit-

And she cried-

She cried angry and passionate-

And asked where was the love, faith, honor, and passion at-

She said she know she has made mistakes you tell me who hasn't that-

And I ain't made half as bad that for you to make me feel as bad as this-

And she cried-

She cried hopeful and destroyed-

And now I'm somewhat annoyed-

This is what i was trying to avoid-

Lord knows I can't afford to see this-

The one that makes her cry Lord knows I can't be this-

And she's crying-

Tears streaming down her dark face gives the resemblance of oil leaking from out of the earth-

But you couldn't put a price on what those tears are worth-

I'm wishing she would not let them fall so easily-

That rain over the window to your souls pane should be kept safe-

Hidden somewhere for your future to appreciate-

Like when your daughter is old enough to understand and you show her your tears and let her know that you've cried enough for the both of you-

Those tears should only be accessible for joyous occasions-

Like your son not becoming a statistic and your daughter not becoming a victim-

Like you not becoming either-

Those tears should be worth crying-

Moments in life that assure you, you won't ever have to cry again because they are so special that will only happen once-

But those beautiful genuine tears should not be shed for me-

For doing so defeats my whole purpose-

I'm only doing this now so your later cries won't worsen-

I'm not perfect-

I'm not a once in a lifetime chance at love-

And I know I try hard but I don't even know if deserve it-

Not like i know you do-

And those tears-

No baby I'm not worth them-

So don't cry baby-

Hit me-

Hate me-

Loathe and detest me-

Forget and regret me-

And because I'm walking away-

Let me-

But stop crying-

Stop wasting tears on something that won't be worth them tomorrow-

Because you'll need them-

(But you won't need me-)

And to much crying over things that aren't worth your tears could result in the inability to use them when they're necessary-

Now which one of those thoughts seem scariest to you-

Which one of those is more frightening to lose-

Even if you had a choice-

I wouldn't let you choose-

It ain't that bad-

You are not dying-

Don't cry baby-

Baby stop crying///