Glass
Finds it's way to the floor
Glue stays on my hands
Fixing things is not my speciality
Frustration takes over
I put it back
On the shelf
Saying I'll leave it alone
It needs fixing
I pick it up
I put glue here there
Nothing works
I collapse
As I hold it
Tears from my eyes find the glass
This works
Or at least I cry so much
I can no longer see the brokenness