I thought I was doing myself a favor
by loving a porcelain doll
so I fell in love with your pieces.
I cut my fingertips
on sharp edges,
and chipped my teeth
on hardened skin.
and I realized:
beyond broken exterior,
there wasn't a part of you
that would let
me in.
I realized that by loving you
a piece of me
had become
broken,
too.
