My logic

This is my logic,
The more you hurt me,
Unexpectally or purposely,
A piece of you would leave,
Hurt will take its place,
And soon,
Turn into thin air,
Each tear that falls,
Represent each memory leaving,
The good,
And the bad.
From what was a full jar,
Filled with smiles and laughter,
Right to the brim,
Being reduced,
Bit by bit.
And if its too late,
If its very near to the bottom of the jar,
There's no point trying to salvage back whatever you want.