'Your tears are pretty as pearls'
is your delicate way to tell me,
'I love it when you cry'

my grace determined by fragility
a beauty, yes
but a shallow one at best.

so I tried weeping with no tears
like the elegance found in the willow.

it wasn’t crying you pined
it was instead allurance to my fear.
you find it as precious as stars in the sea.

you promised
only tender intimacy
but that disappeared into rose water tears.

your saviour fantasy is on the brink,
since you broke me too.