A broken glass sits in the corner
I threw it a long time ago
When I was angry at the world.
A broken pen sits on the table
I play with the pieces from time to time
But it is still completely worthless.
My heart beats in my chest
Broken into so many pieces
Everyone lacks interest in repairing it.
A plate sits broken in the sink
I threw it in there after a rather terrible dinner
I’ve left it as a reminder I cannot cook.
Yet here I sit
In a different corner of the room
Refusing to be broken.
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