tears me .....,

her tears mark her desperation , he wants to tell not to do so but what can you do? its pains him to see her this way her delicate eyes gaze upon him glazed with sorrow , a cycle,out of their control continues to spin because revelations of loves end  wrapped in consuming anger. he embraces her before they part reluctant to leave but its as she please and he loves her and she loves him and they love, love .as she kisses his neck with lips so sweet mixed with tear drop left on his sleeves, he looks in her eye and they know fine everything will be, they go on there ways but his thoughts of her do not cease. from the strands of her silk left in his vicinity or the capture of her pink cry induced nose locked in his memory and with her he longs to be. and as he sits smelling the beauty left of his lovely. sometimes horriblybeautiful things start from things that went horribly 

 its worth it