Two Kinds of Tears

Tonight, I shed a tear for you.
My eyes drip in your memory.
Two leaky faucets implanted on my face.
No matter how hard I try to turn the knobs,
They continue to flow.

And tonight, my wrists weep also.
They cry different tears.
Thicker, Crimson ones.
These tears stop the ones on my face.
And they themselves hide well under my long sleeves.