weeping eyes

i lied to you the moment that i said
“i do not love you either.” lying is
the only way to finally get rid
of your control of me i always dread.
the look i saw within your hazel eyes
was of relief, and that was telling me
that happy we will never be.
and i did try to say goodbyes.
but those goodbyes would turn into
my weeping eyes. and those eyes wept for lust,
and love, that could not be from you. and you,
with your dry eyes and shielded heart, soon drew
a life for you, while i was left with truth:
you never loved the parts you said you must.