I don’t need a knight in shining armour,
I just wanted to fall apart together.
But you wouldn’t let me,
and you still don’t see,
so no.
No you cannot take me home
just to relive the pain
of you picking me apart again.
You’re too late to fix me
so just accept it please.
I am in pieces,
and no amount of speeches
will bring me back in your reaches.
I am broken glass, shattered
now hiding and sheltered,
from the parts I expelled away
to decay.
You don’t get to dive into the ocean
just to complete your collection.
Don’t collect the shards
and treasure them like stars.
Don’t be scared of the cracks
the sharp edges and scraps.
And please don’t sand them away
I beg, let the edges stay.
I don’t need a knight in shining armour,
so stop trying to piece me back together.
You sanded them down
until all that’s left is round,
smooth and unthreatening
to you, nothing unsettling.
You forged away the faults
for the sake of clean results.
But that’s not what you got,
every detail you forgot,
now gaping back at you,
what I begged you not to do.
A frame full of holes,
nothing resembling a sole,
a collection of flaws
from all the ugly you sawed
down, to make your perfect unthreatening rounds,
it’s worse than it sounds.
What’s unthreatening to you, dear,
is my greatest fear.
I told you not to be a knight in shining armour,
but you just had to go and ‘fix’ her.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
I don’t need a knight in shining armour,
I just wanted to fall apart together.
But you wouldn’t let me,
and you still don’t see,
so no.
No you cannot take me home
just to relive the pain
of you picking me apart again.
You’re too late to fix me
so just accept it please.
I am in pieces,
and no amount of speeches
will bring me back in your reaches.
I am broken glass, shattered
now hiding and sheltered,
from the parts I expelled away
to decay.
You don’t get to dive into the ocean
just to complete your collection.
Don’t collect the shards
and treasure them like stars.
Don’t be scared of the cracks
the sharp edges and scraps.
And please don’t sand them away
I beg, let the edges stay.
I don’t need a knight in shining armour,
so stop trying to piece me back together.
You sanded them down
until all that’s left is round,
smooth and unthreatening
to you, nothing unsettling.
You forged away the faults
for the sake of clean results.
But that’s not what you got,
every detail you forgot,
now gaping back at you,
what I begged you not to do.
A frame full of holes,
nothing resembling a sole,
a collection of flaws
from all the ugly you sawed
down, to make your perfect unthreatening rounds,
it’s worse than it sounds.
What’s unthreatening to you, dear,
is my greatest fear.
I told you not to be a knight in shining armour,
but you just had to go and ‘fix’ her.
I wrote this a year or so ago for a competition but then completely forgot about it after it didn't win. I found it again today so here ya go, let me know what you think!