So how could you just drop a piece of art you just adored for so long to touch and hopelessly wanting to be yours?
You’ve turned it into pieces and left it broken lying on the floor like a boy who’s afraid to pick up the pieces cause it can cut your hands once you touch it.
But I’ll take every fragment of it and make the most wonderful art. I’ll fix every piece of it with a golden touch of my tears, dry it with my blowing bravery, and place it in a sacred sanctuary only to be seen and touched by a real man.