well this is how it goes, this,
shattering of hearts.

a small tap to hear the tremor and then a STEPPING BACK
arms spread, for the awe.

your tap becomes a sharp crack and my heart,
well.

it breaks for them, for you,
a million crystal pieces at your feet.

well watch me, i'll pick them up with all the dignity imaginable,
a professional at this now,
look you in the eye:
"how was the show?" i'll ask.
"did it all
go like you planned?"

and i'll walk away,
piece it back together from those crystal-clear shards and i'll know it better then.
know you better then.

and i'll put it back where it belongs and i'll know me better then.