Crying Over You- Poem

I’m not crying over you.
I don’t wish I was riding shot gun 

in your car sitting next to you.
This bitterness only comes 

when my path crosses you.
I only wish I had a bottle of tequila and lime 

to go with the saltiness your presence endues. 

But it's only noon.

And seeing you actually helps me forget 

the shit that my mind is currently going through.
But then I see him 

and he takes my mind off of you.
It’s like a vicious circle 

of a tad bit confused.
Because I truly can’t stand 

either of you.

To tell you the truth, 

enough tears have already been shed over you.
That water well ran dry 

the day I found out you said I do.
And well, 

he was the first obstacle within my view.
I should’ve drowned in those tears 

instead of letting him pursue.
But that’s a whole other story 

for me to come to terms to.
Yet gladly, 

I’m still not crying over you.

I’m strong 

because I know that I have no other choice but to be.
Like when you pushed me off a ship 

that wasn’t even going to sink.
As I treaded water hoping 

you would throw me the lifesaving ring.
I drifted off and way out to sea.
Which metaphorically, 

were just the tears that I cried 

but only for me.
Because I hated myself 

for loving your sorry ass that deep.

Because realistically, 

your treasure was cheap.
I’m not the little mermaid 

that holds on to those things.
You weren’t the prince 

trying to rescue me.
You were the sea monster 

that full heartedly took advantage of me.

And those sobs showered down 

just to cleanse my soul 

from the forever captured inside of me.
Even if those tears cried 

were as deep as the sea,
Losing you still set them free.

Now thankfully,
The lime and tequila purify 

the salt in the room.
Even while I’m drunk, 

I’m still not crying over you. 

Written by: Epiphany Tiffany.