Not for Use

Why is it that even the slightest bit of

Heartbreak rips open

Every old wound at once like some sort of

Shattered plate that I keep

Serving to people who

Drop me so carelessly. I need

To put myself in a cabinet

Like a family heirloom

And refuse to let anyone near me—

Decoration only,

Not for use.

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