Why would somebody even try
to listen
to a shattered CD,
with broken headphones,
and a dead machine?
Why would somebody even try
to read
through a ripped up book,
in a burnt down library,
in an empty town?
Why would somebody even try
to love
a messed up girl,
with no emotion,
closed off to the world?
Does it not seem like too much work?
like a hopeless cause?
Just leave them be.
Another copy
in society
could replace them,
giving the same result.
Just leave her be.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered CD
PoetryBroken things are kind of hard to love, especially if they are impossible to fix