Like all my lovers, it couldn't handle my cold heart and my hot body at the same time.
Actually it was a tall glass thermometer that I knocked off my counter.
today i broke my streak.
my streak of not crying.
but it's ok, because crying
means i can show emotions.
before i just felt nothing.
so it's better this way.
I squeezed it too hard and it went all over my friend.
I swear to god I heard My Heart Will Go On as it soared in slow motion towards her.
Just a pencil
I always broke pencils when I was younger, there were plenty there and I used the broken halves all the time, or taped them back together, it never seemed like a big deal to me.
Then two days ago, in the midst of sleep deprivation and stress, my fingers smoothed over the cheap mechanical pencil rolling on my desk. It started with my hands slowly bending it in half, then the plastic beginning to crack. Releasing the pressure, it returned to normal, white lines spidering like webs over the once flawless blue barrel.
As quick as I could, I snapped it in half, the lead broke with the rest of the plastic casing that was supposed to act as a guard and handle for its user. Now on my desk sat the broken pencil, something that I just couldn’t put back together. First aid was required, masking tape replaced bandages, wound and wound around the broken body. The plastic was stuck feasibly together, crooked but staying together. I slotted new lead into the pencil, but it wouldn’t fit. Once something is broken, it never really works the same way again.
The plastic fell apart, the pressure too much. So it was with black ink and a heavy sigh that wrote out the words upon paper, instead of grey, friendly and familiar lead.
What was the last thing I broke?
I have this cup.
It is my favourite cup.
It is shaped like a pineapple
And I think this is very fun
A tropical cup to get me through the winter months
Today I dropped it, as i often do (not on purpose) and the plastic green leaves popped right off.
Leaving me without a drink,
A bald pineapple,
And still three more months of winter
My great grandfather abused
My grandpa abused
My dad abused
I love my son.
Today, after over a week of general wordlessness, I broke my silence in a burst of joyful and free color.
the spine part.
in my foot.
it was sad.
very, very sad.
The door handle...and the matrix
I broke the handle on the shower door. But don't worry, I placed it in just the right position that the next person will get to experience the guilt as well.
Well, my phone.
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