Tears, Not This Time!

This time i am not sorry

this time i don't want to look back on you
so well i know i don't value
and that well i don't want you to matter.

I haven't cried this time
and not a inch of grief i gripped.
I stand on the edge of hatred
holding back just one step.

Walked away enough
to uncover the truth love held.
The joy with no tags of your name
is silently making me blithe.

If i cross that one step
your existence gets wiped to eternity
and i keep my feet in,
to not awe our love
but to remind me of 
my flawed illusion...