No piece of plastic can make me feel better,
as I remind myself every time I go shopping.
No matter how many mugs or candles,
plastic flowers or plastic earrings,
no matter how many I take or see,
none of them will ever fix me,
for the heart cannot be reassembled
with pieces of plastic,
even if I melt them and mold them
into the shape of my heart.
A plastic heart could never beat,
but maybe it would be happier
without thinking of you.
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Plastic Hearts
PoetryA plastic heart could never beat, but maybe it would be happier without thinking of you.
