• She is a porcelain doll,
    Shattering to pieces

    With every uttered syllable,
    her faith in love decreases

    With every single word
    that tears another seam

    in the stitches holding her together,
    And tethering her dream

    Of kisses, hugs, and warmth;
    "One plus one" is through

    With one tiny, simple sentence
    That splits her heart in two.

    And this little girl left broken
    Is cold, harsh proof some words
    are better left unspoken.