I cried over that silly thing

[osho]

I put my tears in the ground
I do not need your solace
I recall the slip-up and do not want to echo
I cried and cried and cried and wasted my tears
That got me in disarray
This is a gone reminiscence
Remorsefully though I echo those days
You coddled me
And I got cheerfully gnawed on in your lap
I no longer want to sip my salty tears
I know you are a tool
I can come across at a click
My presence is my cup of tea
Your presence is an occasion
I do no more repeat that occasion
The occasion to shed tears over expecting your fleeting succor

[Buh4Bee]

This seems to be addresses to a particular person in a series of poems. I remember several poems back Hillwalker commenting on your anger toward someone. Sounds like a difficult and unhappy exchange. I hope you are able to move on from this individual and find peace that will generate happier poems.

Seems like the person needs a clue:
I know you are a tool
I can come across at a click

Clearly no relief is being offered except many negative feelings.