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my poem..."Different taste of tears"

Now I understand...
a different taste of tears.
Once I used to cry because I was so desperate to understand what was going on.
Once I used to cry blaming everyone but myself.
Once I used to cry because I was ignored by the person I loved.
Once I used to cry because I lost my trust in the person I loved.
Once I used to cry because I was left by the person I loved.
Once I used to cry because I left the person I used to love.
Now...
I cry because it's all myself to blame.
Now I cry because I realize that all those mistake I made, was such an act of a fool.
Now I cry because of those little things you didn't say which led us to the end, today.
Now I cry wishing and hoping if there's another way.
Now I cry wishing and hoping for another chance to prove how much I love you.
Now I cry because you completely change and no more love for me.
Now I cry....desperately.

Yosita Anita V.

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