My Tears

The tears are not normal tears.
They are my tears.

Your shouts and insults.
I feel the chills coming.
I try to control myself.

But without that I know, the tears rolling down my cheeks.

He stops shouting and says he love me.
And that he is sorry, he wipes my tears away.

The tears are now gone.

But he knows, one day they come back and they want you, to tell the truth.