One beautiful broken China doll,
all glued together,
after being destroyed by its mother.  

I got through the cracks,
and viewed how fragile,
he really was.  

I cut myself on sharp edges, 
of what at first glance appeared,
to be carefully crafted Kintsugi art.  

I picked the ceramic pieces from the ground, 
and attempted to mend what was broken. 
Only to learn,  
if you glue the pieces back together with blood… 
You’ll bleed out and die.  

He wasn’t ready to be loved.