I once had a perfect vase.

Most of the people loved it because it brightened up their days.

One day, someone came along and broke it.

I cried for days and days.

The vase remained broken.

People who once loved it didn't even cast a glance on the broken pieces.

Months went by, and realisation sets in.

I thought the vase could be mended.

Pieces and pieces, bit by bit,

I tried to fix it back.

When it was completed, cracks were still seen.

Deep in my heart , I knew it can no longer be perfect again.

Nevertheless, I was contented and cherished it.

I thought the same thing will never happen again ,

Until the same person came along to break it again.

The vase was shattered into more pieces than the previous time.

It hurts more deeply this time.

But I told myself never to shed a tear.

I finally realised that the vase can never be mended again.

I no longer wants a broken vase...




I never want to learn to trust again.