Love
can be like washing dishes
Fine china
You hold it in your fingers
astightasyoupossiblycan
but it still
s l i p s t h r o u g h
your soapy fingers
f
a
l
l
s
and before you know it
it is in s h a t t e r s
at your feet
Gone.
Perfection Is Flawed
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-hearts/
