Broken precious things

Broken things
Broken precious things
So busted you can't remember what
they looked like before

Doesn't matter if you broke them
or if someone else did
Doesn't matter if you gave
precious things
to someone to break
or if they took them

You just don't have the currency
to fix them completely
Every time you notice they're
broken
You remember

All you can do is learn to love
Broken precious things

Brave

I do not flinch
Boxes of metal things
fall off of shelves
and my heart doesn't jump
a single beat
I do not blink
Random hands flail in front
of my eyes
and I am not scared
not at all
But I am not brave
I cry sometimes
not because of what I feel
because I don't feel anything
at all