Cry me a river he said, tell me something *****, why are you here? Crying and tearing up, blowing my nose, I still can’t understand how I ended up with this dome. Listen, listen, I plead, why do you do this to me? Can’t speak or breathe anymore the way I used to. The pain you instilled in me has got me gone. That empty tissue box in the corner of our room, it’s about five of those empty boxes full of my tears. Every night with those crazy hands, every day with those looks of yours. Over sized makeup bag to work, over done makeup on my face, and over sized love in my heart that I cannot erase. Lost two kids on the behalf of you. Lost my faith while dealing with you. I cried, I bleed, I almost seen my death bed. That empty tissue box has all my love and tears. That empty tissue box has finally erased my fears. R.I.P to the lover I never really knew till I lived with you and only then I knew what an empty tissue box looked like.