the broken doll

 

Another movie is playing on my phone
But I've already forgotten the previous one
that ended not an hour ago
Still, I'm looking
I'm watching
But only until my thoughts start to drift away

I feel frivolous
trapped in this bubble of oblivion
The void in my heart grows deeper and darker every day
Entreating to be filled
Yearning to feel

My cold hands remain forlorn rubbing each other
for an ounce of warmth
While I'm Sitting alone at the bus stop
Trying not to peak at my empty inbox
Trying not to pin my hopes on receiving,
maybe a "Happy Birthday" from someone

I crave for warmth that isn't my own
Longing to be touched by another
How will someone ever willingly embrace something so broken

I was Like a figurine made of glass
Once, the most enthralling object in the vicinity
Causing brawls among men and women alike
for a feeble peek at me
But that's all I ever was
An object

a showpiece that was touched too hard and pushed too much
I cracked and crumbled Falling to the floor
My life was never again as I knew it

For them although,
I was just another splintered doll
Undeserving of a second thought
Wiped out by a broom
The sharp little pieces Left alone in the snow

Sharp little pieces begging to be adored
just one last time
Alas not being spared a single glance
For I was no longer The beauty they know
I was now the sharpest blade
that could slice through their skin and squeeze out red