Tears

Tears. Salty, regretful tears. Tears of hurt, longing, and something else.
I abhorr these tears. They make me feel weak.
Sad, lonely, pathetic... what is it I feel?
Betrayed!
Hold back! Hold back... says the voice in my head. How? Why?
Tears... back again.
Can't, won't!
Disgust...
Grow up little girl. You can't cry for love. Grow up little girl. When did you give up on the strength?
Disjointed thoughts running through my head.
I hold back those tears. Tears. Salty, regretful tears.