Hold me but not too tightly

It feels so marvelous to have been broken. To have been shattered and to have put the pieces back myself. To have glued them the wrong way so there are still holes where love and pain can seep through.

 Let me be your vase. Let me be your vice. Let me be yours.

 Tape up the holes in my heart with the strongest tape imaginable. Pour water in me until it bursts through. 

Hold me but not too tightly. Make me feel like a work of art, like a rare collectible. Pay a high price for me. Love me just the right amount. 

This glue is fragile and I don't know how much longer I'll be whole. Love me for the pieces that won't fit. Love me for me. Don't mend the holes and don't pour in water. Put flowers in and watch them die.

 Pity them and pity me for the things I lack. 

Let me gather dust and disintegrate and don't love me enough to let me go. I'm not worth anything now anyway, not now that I am broken.

 It was your arm that carelessly knocked me off the table. So where were you when I broke? The sound must've woken you. 

I am gone now but you think of me.

 You've filled your house with new vases and told everyone you'll be alright. You miss me and the glass edges that made your fingers bleed.

 You miss my fragility and my fortitude. 

I miss you but I forget why. You didn't let go of me, I let go of myself. I wish you'd have been there to see me fall, I was so beautiful.