I'm writing this
to the silent shatter
of my heart and my mistakes
i swear i've hurt before,
but who knew it was so easy to break?
it did not matter,
for it was too late
too late to forgive
the unforgivable clatter
of the now broken plate
the unforgettable was not to be avoided
and as i apologised to the shattered plate,
it remained broken on the floor
not repaired or sadder
just solemnly unwhole.
