Broken Things

I’d like to say that I’m not broken

But that’d be the greatest lie I’ve spoken

My balancing and glue are no longer working

And the shatterers are constantly lurking 

You were by far my greatest breaker

And soon you’ll be the greatest taker

You saw me as a porcelain doll, so delicate 

And wondered what would happen if you broke me a bit

You loved how I shattered 

From beauty to battered 

My smooth skin to pieces as sharp as a blade

Oh how satisfied you were with the mess you made

You didn’t try to fix me

Instead, you crushed my shards to dust

You breathed me in then out 

But that still didn’t fulfill your lust

I tried to pull myself together 

But nothing could hold my pieces forever 

What would I do knowing I’ll never be fully whole?

My heart and body shattered

You’ve only left my soul

So I must let this last unbroken part of me grow wings

And fly far away from a world where you and everyone like broken things