a broken bottle
my heart is like a broken bottle
someone had a bottle
but they decided to smash it
somewhere late at night
outside of a shady gas station.
the little pieces went everywhere
mixed into the rough gravel
that makes a crunch when you walk on it
your heart constantly gets picked up
people see a shiny piece on the ground
and put it between their fingers
they inspect it
once they see how sharp the edges are
they throw it onto the ground again
this time,
your in a different place
everyday
boots and heels and flats
dull down your sharp edges
you loose you shine
but you loose your sharpness
your little pieces still litter the ground
people still walk over it
but one day,
someone sees a piece of you
with dull edges
and a matte finish
the piece of your heart
gets picked up
and put in someones pocket
because it reminds them of something
their warm hands tumble over your heart
most days they think
i need to put this somewhere
maybe in a jar
let the sun wash it on my windowsill
set it in my car
your heart eventually finds somewhere to rest
maybe its where you want it
maybe you have to learn to accept it
but eventually
we all end up in the same place
one with the earth
