please be gentle with me.
In Japan, when a piece of pottery cracks or breaks,
they fill it with gold and celebrate its character.
but I have not been filled with gold trimmings
or cherished for my scars
and you have not been kind
to the chips in my soul
or the cracks in my heart
I am held together, barely,
by the glue I found in the junk drawer
and the sheer luck of having not been
dropped in a while
but you are steadily chiseling away
at all the good pieces I have left
please
I trusted you to hold me
to put me in the cabinet behind clean glass
and you left me in the microwave
full of day old coffee that was already burnt
I am trying to stay
positive
but I'm struggling to remember
why I ever had faith in you
in the first place
please be gentle with me
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
please be gentle with me.
In Japan, when a piece of pottery cracks or breaks,
they fill it with gold and celebrate its character.
but I have not been filled with gold trimmings
or cherished for my scars
and you have not been kind
to the chips in my soul
or the cracks in my heart
I am held together, barely,
by the glue I found in the junk drawer
and the sheer luck of having not been
dropped in a while
but you are steadily chiseling away
at all the good pieces I have left
please
I trusted you to hold me
to put me in the cabinet behind clean glass
and you left me in the microwave
full of day old coffee that was already burnt
I am trying to stay
positive
but I'm struggling to remember
why I ever had faith in you
in the first place
please be gentle with me
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