Love, among other things,
Is also fragile -
Like a little bird
Whose delicate feathers
Come apart in your crushing hand.
Among other things,
Heart too is delicate -
All it takes is
One wrong step
And it shatters into pieces.
Promises, among other things
Are as breakable
As that red Tesco mug
You drink your coffee from
Every single morning.
Among other things,
Trust, thrice betrayed
Will limp away bearing crutches
With deep cuts that only time will heal
If that is at all possible.
So in the meantime
What am I supposed to do
With love crushed in your hands
Heart shattered beyond repairs
Broken promises laced with lies
And trust that will not return to me easy?
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