PIECES
The showcase piece falls down
and shatters
into million tiny places,
reminding me of
how broken I am and how
there is no hope, how no gold
could fill up my cracks and make
me whole.
The pieces falls down
again, breaking into even
smaller pieces and rolling into
the darkest corners, crawling into places
that would only be discovered in
rarest of accidents and
even when found, would never
resemble the long lost, broken whole,
nor a trace of how it looked before all
the falls.
So you are no longer the one adored,
but the one ruined, scratched and scathed
You are the one forgotten conveniently
replaced by guilty but selfishly justified conscience
and you regret trusting,
loving, falling and finally breaking.
You finally realise 'People are not worth it'
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