Broken

I am broken.

Like glass,

A shattered beer bottle

Along a public beach.

Everyone can see,

But they avoid

Because broken glass

Can cause broken skin.

Waiting and waiting for

Someone,

Someone to pick up my pieces,

And just as someone

Walks my way,

I think I stand a chance

Until the weight of

His love, Or lack thereof,

Crunches down.

How can something

Already broken—

Crumble more?

But I do.

Until the point of extinction.

Smaller and smaller,

I shrink with each step,

But the feet don't

Even see anymore.

So small now,

No one notices.

Just another useless

Speck of dirt,

Until I join the sand.