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It seems when i am most broken
I fail to stop smiling
Break my bones to watch them heal
Sometimes i feel
that love is unreal
it seems the tears of all others fall apon my sleeve
but who will be there to catch mine..?
Am i being selfish or selfless..?
i can't tell..
the poetry that's evaded me for weeks on end
has now flown back to me
and demanded to be written..
where will this end.....???