I was reluctant but the need to be wanted took over
Against the defensive moves to cover this fractured yet still together glass heart
I gently took it from my chest and placed it into your open palms
You threw your light into it, sealing every break with your lust for life.
The next morning, you handed it back because it was mine
I replied that I’m entirely too clumsy and that you should keep it
For that clumsiness is what broke this fragile heart
Time and time again in my jaded past
The letters that formed words
that formed phrases
that formed sentences
that formed paragraphs
that formed pages
that held my spirits high began to unravel day by day.
You can’t break what’s already broken.