POETRY

broken jar

i was a broken jar.

there was ways
to place me back
together ,

but no matter
what you do,
the shards and
cracks would always
show.

until i met you.

you said,
you'd put
me back
together.

that you'd
fix me
no matter what.

and for
some reason,
i believed
you.

at least,
until you left.
like everyone else.

your final
words to me,
were filled
with knives
and venom.

"there's no point
in putting
together broken glass,
when all it
does it is
cut you back."

that stung.