Quantum leap

When you die you're all alone. Until then to each his own. I'm waiting. I'm weeping because my mind is quantum leaping to all the times that I would've known better than to tear apart my heart and wear it a a sweater. I'm so tough that I make stones cry. If you ask why. Ill reply with a sigh. Words dint hold emotion. Its the motions we go through that make our crying potions.