Smashed

I couldn’t make you

A well worn habit.

So you let me slide

Out of your routine.

You forced me to leave

Because you knew

That you couldn’t

Hold all my worlds

In the palm of your hands.

So you hurt me

And pushed me away

And set me free

So that you could

Pursue someone

Whose worlds

You could cradle

More comfortably

Without faltering,

Without the fear

Of the same

Dropping from your

Hands, and smashing

Into a million tiny

Shattered pieces

That you’ll never

Be able to piece

Together back again.

But you did smash

Something that day.

It was my self worth,

And as a parting gift

I smashed your entitlement.

~ The Amrita Connection