Fingers. Voice. Heart. Shake. Shake. Shake

Why? Oh why do I make you cry

The way you haven't cried since then

When your heart was trembling?

You just say that I don't see anything.

I guess it would hurt like knives

To say that you are just too shy

To tell me that you don't want me around,

At least for awhile.

Only if you could see

It was not them but me

Who broke the last two pieces of your heart.

A heart so fragile. A heart so caring,

So caring that you forgot to care for yourself instead.