Brittle Love

Go ahead, keep cutting me with your lies,
Spear me through my heart, my vital organ.
Stupid me, it should have come as no surprise
That you would turn on me yet again.
I was a fool to believe that I loved you,
I mistook my wanting for affection.
But now I'm wise to the lies you spew,
Although I still hurt from your rejection.
My heart was but a china plate,
Sitting on the precipice of what was our love.
So intricate was it, and gently made,
Until you give it a distasteful shove.
Indeed, what is love when it is so brittle?
How do people fall for something so fickle?

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I had to write this for my Writer's Craft class. I actually don't know where the inspiration came from, but I think this is definitely one of my better poems.
r & r and tell me if you agree or not.

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