Breakable Things

I am done fixing breakable things
for people who drop me on purpose

Done being the spare part under the seat
while you shine up the worthless

You only see me when something breaks
pipe bursts
car dies
plans fall
then my phone lights up
like emergency glass

“Got a minute?”
“You around?”
I show up
patch it
hold it
build it back

You clap yourself for surviving
while I fade
into the noise in the hall

You forget my birthday
forget my name
remember my number
when you need someone to drag your shit
out of the fire

You love my spine
when yours folds like cheap wire

I sit quiet
while you preach about loyalty
to people who would never bleed for you

I watch you pour your love
into everyone else
while mine rusts in the queue

I hear the way you talk
when you think I am not there
disposable
handy
“good to have around”
never the one you bring to praise

I picture it now
your next disaster
without my grip on the frame

Screws loose
cables frayed
no quiet pair of hands
to swallow the blame

You will swear the world turned wicked
the second I walked away

Funny how fragile your life becomes
when the shadow finally leaves

No more last-minute rescues
no more bleeding my back
for your pride

If it shatters this time
let it
let the crash be your guide