you weep.
you weep for nothing but misunderstanding of the intricate complexity of love, of life, of hope and sorrow. darling you cannot weep for anything else; for no one has loved you enough to leave you broken and no one has used the precious hands of time to teach you how to put yourself back together. but you do not know that your gentle fingers cradle the very pieces of my fragile heart.
and, (carefully)
you tear me to shreds.
