Breaking

I don't know.

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

But that was not enough.
You had to touch
and feel and take.
When you realized the door was locked,
you broke it.

I probably should have thought more
than some remark about how all the glass was on the floor,
but with lips made of porcelain
I couldn't tell you, "Stop, you're hurting me."

Author's Note

Any critique welcome.