Your Masterpiece

It’s done.
It’s over.
Now hand me that fine china,
So I can show you just how
This delicate heart burst
Into a million shattered stars,
How your blatant apathy
Injured me with intricacies
So precise one day my heart
Will be on display in Paris
– Your masterpiece –
As open to the world’s judgement
As my insecurity and hopeful
Foolishness seem now.
It’s done.
It’s over.
I’m broken.

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