Forget Me Not
I am not some porcelain vase that sits in a china cabinet to be seen, but not touched "well, I don't want to hurt her feelings" is the common answer As if I needed your concern I am used to the hard knocks I have broken but I always heal I am irreplaceable I am beauty I am creativity forget me not my tears mourn loss the loss of creativity that is what hurts creativity isn't like a box of tissues to be used at your discretion it belongs to me it is borrowed—yet never returned you are discussing my soul that's personal verbally abused when our creativity doesn't measure up your words break the porcelain long into the night I pay the price tears wet my cheeks as I replay each remark in the morning we begin again forget me not it whispers to me a bud opens forget me not I sit on a windowsill my creativity soaks up the sunlight my porcelain is cracked but I am beauty forg