Misery

And oh the misery of falling through love. What makes one man worth more than another? What is it to be the spectacle of the feminine gaze? Once broken, never fixed. To lose one's heart is tragic, but to lose one's mind is the end. For a brother caught in the grasp of unmatched affection is the fly waiting to be eaten by the spider. What he thought he was is drained from him. He pours out himself, but there was never a cup to overflow. So away he goes, empty, forgotten, uneeded.