Breakable

If ever given the choice,

Between breaking my heart,

And breaking my spirit,

Please just pick my heart,

For there's no doubt,

That of those two,

She's the only one,

That might survive it.

She's already a pro at healing...

Though battleworn and gun-shy

She still fights to keep feeling... 

Whereas my weary & tattered spirit,

feels more and more fragile 

with each unremarkable day that goes by.

More fragile and delicate 

than an antique porcelain doll... 

Too easy to break, 

and that much harder to fix.