Something mysterious on a platter.
A collection of fine China.
Quite a
Treasure,
Rare.
The pressure,
There.
To hold you.
I told you
I would be true
Not to let you fall through
My fingers
Are like scissors
I will break you before I bend
Or send you to the floor.
I promise
I will be harmless
When I harness
The fragile edges of your being.
Trust me,
You will find yourself
Back on your shelf
In no time.


A millisecond
Of reckless abandonment.
My fingers.
Bent.
This was not my intent.
This is not what I meant
To happen.
Now I'm trapped and
My passion-
Fragments on the floor.
Shaken to the core.
Only wanted something more
Than that idle life
On the shelf.
I just wanted the help.
Set you free,
And be with me.

You were so small.
How could I let you fall?
Brawl with my mind
All the time.
My eyes were surprised to ever see such perfection.
Like an infection.
I needed protection.
A dish that will always be missed.
But the only way I can get away,
Is to leave you
To decay.