Poetry "I have no interest in you."

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.