Crying Love

The first time I cried before you,
You didn't approve of my tears.
You have never seen your father cry, you said,
And perhaps he never does.
Only weak do cry and others hide their tears, I wondered?
Still, you were with me.

The first time you cried before me,
I knew it was because of me.
You didn't look me in the eye,
Found yourself a corner
Where you can hide your tears, from me.
I was a few steps away, but I couldn't dare to come close and make you feel weak.
I waited, wanting to come close and hug you.

The only time I ever saw you cry after that,
was when you were in emotional pain, in a hospital bed,
remembering that time of your childhood - when your parents used to cry
seeing a small child getting injected with needles.

And once more, when you were hurt by the cruelty of my words towards your pain.

I cried each and every time I didn't get what I wanted.
Perhaps this is why you felt I make you weak.
Every time, I wanted you to sympathize, accept my love and me.

So many times, I remember I have begged and cried in front of different people,
So that I could get what I want.
Yes, I was weak. I am,
because I know of no other way to get what I want.

I am just a cry-baby, you are definitely more mature, ambitious and would be much well-off without me.