I have this box, it is beautiful.
Covered in diamonds, sapphires in all hues, silver handles and golden latches.
It's bones are made from compounded parts; thread-remnant from broken hearts,
the leftover feathers from elation,
the glass from being shattered.
Glued together with the ache of both pain and yearning.

It is beautiful on the outside, but inside is where I keep my broken things.