You tell me that
You’re broken
As though
It’s a reason
For me not to love you
And simply walk away
But it’s never going to happen
Like how I still drink my coffee
Every morning from my favourite mug
Despite the chipped rim
And cracked handle
Knowing that one day
It will cut me
And make me bleed
But I just can’t throw it away
Just like that
I will never walk away
From you
Just because
You’re a little bit
Broken
Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: chip
MS Poetry 