Shattered Things

“He called it love,
but only ever stayed
for the sound of things breaking.”

 

He only loves the things

that crack beneath his touch.

Only wants what is fragile enough

to fit in his hands,

only stays long enough

to watch it break.

 

I have been glass before.

I have been porcelain,

smooth and delicate,

painted in soft colors

to be admired,

to be owned,

to be something beautiful

until I wasn’t.

 

He only loves the things

that shatter beautifully.

Only stays for the sound

of something splitting apart.

 

But I have learned—

I am not a doll,

not a thing to be held

until I am too much to handle.

 

I am not soft for the sake of his comfort.

I do not bend for the sake of being wanted.

 

And if he only loves

what he can break?

 

Then let him love his ruin.

 

Because one day,

when there is nothing left to destroy,

he will ache like I ache.

 

“One day, when the silence is louder than the breaking, he will remember what he ruined.”

 

~ Mia

 

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About the Author:
Michelle Cuello (Mia) is a writer and artist exploring themes of healing, identity, and emotional depth. Her upcoming books, Ashes Before Dawn and The Air Never Breathed This Heavy, blend poetic storytelling with personal truth, offering reflections for those who ache, heal, and rise.