Tears on my pillow

To be left alone
is never easy
But being the one who has to leave
is easiest the worst

You cry and cry
for days on end
Tears and snot
on the in- and the outside

You're regretting
everything and every word
Whether it's said or done
or not

Then you get up
In the middle of the night
To write a rant
It's not a poem

It may have started
as one
And it may look
like one

But it ain't
one
It's something
else

And still
the tears
are
streaming