Poems 🥀

Broken Porcelain

"I am broken." She says.

All those who said,

"Talk to me."

"I'm here for you."

Disappeared like a snuff in a wake.

And so she fell

She broke

Imitating broken porcelain

Shattered into pieces both large and small

Those who offered help now arrive

Sweeping and picking at the pieces

"Oh dear, another piece gone."

She hears this and snaps

Piercing the traitor's finger

Blood seeps out

"Do not offer things you cannot fulfill."

"I was a fool for believing you'd help me."

"I cost myself my beauty and my life."

Are the last words she said as she was thrown

Away in the dumpster

Along with the smelly rubbish

At new dawn, another piece of porcelain arrives

Replaces the dead one

Only to repeat the cycle again

Easy to replace, easy to break, easy to forget

That is why mother said,

"Do not touch my plates and cups!"

For she knows it is worthy of preserving.

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And a kind reminder, don't play with people's hearts, minds, and most importantly, their lives.

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