Porcelain

Sometimes one gives too much in hopes of love being returned

I feel your fraudulent approach
Like the months of March and April
Embracing me like the electric blanket
Of the winter turning to spring

You smile like the sun through the rain
Causing prisms to block my view
Entranced by the beauty you generate
I am now blind without my armor

I’m just a porcelain doll with strings you tug
You push, pull, and twist me to your advantage
With this painted grin and eyes of glass
You refuse to acknowledge my sorrow

The anticipation of this earthquake
Depends on the words you dare not speak
They echo through my core and I’m screaming
I have shattered and now you no longer play with me

You defy all rules of logic, nature, and humanity
And now I have been stolen, used, and returned