No Tears

Today I had no tears for you.
Once I did, but today I did not.
I almost had a smile of relief actually.
Which is sad for me as much as you, because
that just proves I'm the asshole. I really am
a heartbreaker, [Max Voto]. You son of a bitch.
I hate you almost as much as I love you. Which
I must say is not at all. So what does that mean?
Nothing at all.
I feel so inspired all of a sudden.
Thank you sir. You've given me an experience
that I have only ever seen from the outside.
I have a new-found power sweeping over me.
Control.
With my control to move you here in an instant
and push you away all at once, I feel something new.
I'm not sure what it is, but I may or may not have
felt it before.
I look at the familiar girl in the mirror, and
I wonder where this person has been.
I pulled something out of your chest,
that was thumping and secreting dark red juices.
With my bloody hands, I wiped away your tears
just to create a larger mess. A sea of salt, stinging
with every wave of uncertainty and confusion.
I've felt for you, I've felt you. I've been you.
I am you. But not really, so I let
you go, never to return again. Lucky for
me, I won't have to worry about a missing piece.
I won't have an empty, hollowness left over
from your absence. But it's sad
that I'm losing such a great friend.
There's something I could have tears
for, a friend, lover.