I held the fragments of me that you had broken and begged you to put them back together.

_“first bottled your tears for me” _you demanded.

_“anything for you” _I replied

and began bottling tears shed over you

_“silly little one. you have given me the most vulnerable part of you. you broke me first so now I will break you more”_

I watched as you drank my tears and shattered the little bottle that held them.

I watched not as me

but as a shell of who I was.

Though you have long since severed the string of communication I keep filling bottles with my tears.

Not one tear falls that isn’t for you.

I keep the bottles locked away in hope that one day it will be enough and you will put me together again.

_Isn’t it funny how you were the one to break me _

_yet still It’s only you who I will let fix me._