Breaking

This poem is what broke my most recent writer's block.

Look at what you built... And destroyed.
Like a doll behind glass, you admired
and stared and stared and stared.

That was not enough.
You had to touch
and feel and take.
And when you realized the door was locked...
You broke it.

I probably should have thought more
than some remark of how all the glass was on the floor,
but with lips made of porcelain
how am I suppose to tell you,
"Stop. You're hurting me."?

Author's Note

I never learned how to punctuate quotations correctly. If you know... Please tell me. Thanks.

Reviews

[Bexers]

"Stop. You're hurting me?"
That would be the correct way, assuming the hurting me was supposed to be almost quizzical of the person saying it, as if they did not know whether or not they were indeed being hurt.

Overall, short, sweet, I did enjoy the read.
Keep it up!