It was a day like this,
You remember giving me
That bubble-wrapped gift?
One of those showpieces,
A dancing girl, free-spirited and dreamy.
You said she reminded you of me.
Strange, how you hate me now
For those exact same reasons.
Stranger, how a showpiece remained
In the most careless edge of my shelf
While you became a memory.
Perhaps because,
Emotions are more fragile
Than porcelain.
~ SURANYA
