Broken Pieces of China

I don't believe in love.
Love is too fragile, like
100-year-old china
You've bought from a thrift shop
And you've no idea if or when
It is going to shatter and
Be left to turn
To dust.

It's so full of pain,
Regret, disappointment.
I've held too many
Broken pieces of china
In my hands, and
When I look down
I can sometimes still see
Scars from the cuts and wounds the
Broken pieces had made.

It might be partly because
I had held the pieces
Too tightly for too long,
Not willing to let them go.

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