Tears

I said it was
Like one of those nicks
Where it might bleed
At first
But after a few quick licks
And a few dramatic tears
It's alright.

I lied though.

It was more like
The tear of a dress
Over which we sob
We wail
But quickly dry our tears,
Laying the dress aside
To rarely touch again.

Because what if,
While trying to fix it,
You tear it more?