Porcelain

Porcelain,

you are cracking.

Your shiny tears are

breaking through.

-

Your sudden sadness is

quite surprising.

Your silly fears are

something new.

-

I’ve never seen you this

Un-attractive.

-

I don’t wanna be

beside of you.

I want a doll

that is far less reactive.

“Why can’t you be

who I want you to?”

My little porcelain,

when you weren’t sad,

you were much easier

to maintain.

-

You did more for me

when you were happy,

but damaged goods

are all that

remain.

-

You insist I put effort

into preserving

your precious smile.

-

I’m not well-adjusted

to all this labor.

For that

I haven’t

touched

you in a while.

“I’ve been borrowing dolls

from all of my neighbors.”

I see your skin

is starting to dull.

Your little tears

keep falling down.

-

The dust collected

on your

weary shoulders,

I can see

they are the reason why

you slowly frown.

-

You were so much better

happy.

So sweet and

beautiful too.

-

Now you’re just an object

I don’t want to deal with.

I’m throwing you out

for somebody new.

“Broken porcelain dolls

are no fun to play with.”