Things That Break

Clouds, the molecules within them

like crystal beads of regret.

 

They left one another alone for too long

and they cried themselves into a snowstorm.

 

You are a snowstorm and I am snow boots,

you can walk with me and I will keep you steady.

 

But that is all: steady.

I am not steady myself, but you didn’t ask for that.

 

Sometimes I love myself and sometimes I am halfway there.

I wish you would see me

 

In a cloud maybe, that sounds nice.

I am things that break.

 

I am a molecule, made of regret.

I am constantly splitting.

 

I do not forget you, even when you break.

Because things that break, what are they again?

 

I guess you,

If you let it.

 

It, the way people are 

It, the way clouds rain and rain

 

And it is like me. I am it.

The constant snow storm trying to ruin you,

 

Wait no I am the boots,

I am trying to steady you.

 

In the moments when we break 

I am struck: to be better 

 

Is a lifelong pursuit I will never give up.

And when things break

 

I will fight harder to put their molecules back together.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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