Why would I ever accept something that’s broken?
Once given a damn about
Manipulated and carved into a lie, pacified
Invested truth, passion and desire, all dismantled
Why are we keeping broken things?
Why are we keeping broken and loose things in our space?
Like secrets, baskets, doorknobs and remains of I love you’s
Tears, still jerking at that same rusted banister
Laughter, broken; smiles, torn and broken
Build a bears and toy cars with no child to stear with hysterics; broken
Put them on that same shelf you talked about, along with your fears
I don’t believe you or your antics
I don’t want what’s broken or torn
Or what’s snapped, in between, or bent
I want what’s whole, never sufficed, I want…you