By Faith Simms, Virginia State University
You broke me once.
I still remember the very moment.
You squeezed, tugged, pulled, and shattered,
Until there was nothing left of me,
Of us,
But a shrivel in the wind.
Now do it again.
Go ahead.
But let’s be clear.
I don’t need this for the sake of being broken.
That’s not the fun part.
I need it because before you break me,
You’ll at least hold my heart in your hands one last time.
And if that is all I am worthy of,
So be it.
Break me.
Over and over and over again.
Just be sure to pick me back up,
So I know you care at least a little.
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