Melody Of Tears

The silent rivers of my soul,

They trace a path I can't control.

A map of sorrow, etched and deep,

For all the promises you couldn't keep.

Each drop a memory, sharp and clear,

A whispered word, a held-back tear.

I cried for the man you used to be,

The one who saw and cherished me.

I wept for the ghost of what was lost,

A love that withered at such a cost.

I cried because of the sting of your words,

That cut like knives, a flock of sharp birds.

I cried for the silence, cold and vast,

A future shattered, a broken past.

I cried for the nights I slept alone,

On a bed of thorns, and a heart of stone.

My tears became the ocean's tide,

A lonely current where I could reside.

They spoke a language of my pain,

A monsoon of unending rain.

They watered the garden of my grief,

Offering no solace, no relief.

This flood of sorrow, it taught me well,

The bitter lessons of a painful spell.

That love, a double-edged and fragile thing,

Can be the deepest hurt, the sharpest sting.

It taught me that my worth is not defined,

By a love that left my soul behind.

And as the last teardrop starts to fall,

I learn to stand up, straight and tall.

For these tears were not shed in vain,

They washed away the doubt and pain.

They carved a channel for my strength to flow,

And helped my wounded heart begin to grow.

The tributaries of my sorrow swelled,

With every secret you withheld.

Each silent drop, a heavy stone,

I carried on my own.

I cried for the version of us I'd built,

A palace of hope, now filled with guilt.

I cried for the light you used to be,

Before your shadow swallowed me.

I cried for the laughter we once shared,

A melody I thought you truly cared

To hear, to join, to make a song,

Before the harmony went so wrong.

My tears, a mirror, showed the cracks,

The fractured truth of all your acts.

I saw myself, a shadow thin,

Lost in the wreckage, deep within.

I cried because you turned away,

From the very things you used to say

You cherished most within my heart,

And slowly tore my world apart.

I cried for the girl who thought she knew

The man behind the eyes of blue,

And the long, slow, agonizing fade

Of the beautiful promises you made.

This river of tears, a flood of grief,

Brought no immediate relief.

It eroded the banks of who I was,

Leaving me hollow, just because

I believed your love was true and strong,

And that a place for me belonged

Within the safety of your arms,

Protected from all life's alarms.

But the water taught me a different way,

The truth that broke my heart one day:

That love, when it is truly meant,

Is never meant to be so bent

On breaking the one who loves you so,

And watching as their spirits go.

The salt of my tears, a bitter taste,

Showed me the time I'd let you waste.

It taught me that forgiveness can,

Be for the self, and not the man.

I wept until the well ran dry,

And learned to say a final goodbye.

Not to the memory, but the pain,

Not to the past, but the endless rain.

Each drop that fell, a lesson learned,

Each moment of heartache, a page I turned.

From the pain of my past, a new self came,

No longer just a whispered name,

But a woman forged in fire and tears,

Who faced her deepest, darkest fears.

And so, this ocean of my pain,

Was not for naught, was not in vain.

For in its depths, I found my soul,

And made my shattered pieces whole.

The tears still fall sometimes, a gentle rain,

But they no longer speak of bitter pain.

They are a sign of where I've been,

And the hard-won strength I've found within.

I cried for you, then because of you,

But now my tears are clean and new.

They're for the woman who emerged so free,

From all that you had done to me.

I am free.

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