The Anatomy of a Single Tear

a single drop
escaped my burning eye;
you could barely hear the rip
as something in my chest
tore just a little more.
fibers inside me
have been ripped before
but i never could get used to it.
don't hurt me
before i fall in love,
because i've never hit the floor this hard.

i don't know that you could hurt me now.
a cut or two from a knife of yours
hurt me the first and second times,
but scars form thick,
and pain hardens into apathy.

-jm