Unhealthy Relationships

Some days you would gather all my broken pieces and hold them with the softest hands

On those days, you would carefully put each piece back in its place

But some days you would throw the masterpiece you had been protecting down on the floor

On those days, the pieces would re-crack in the places you had glued them together

And you made new cracks, too

But still, even on the days you would break me, you would come swooping in and dust each piece off, making it a little more beautiful than last time

This cycle would continue until the pieces were so broken, so shattered, you could not find a way to put them back together again

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s