Clumsy
( Don’t hand me something precious, for I might break it) I’m the clumsy person who breaks everything The bowl that I had just bought The flower vase which never got to hold a plant Or the mirror I had hung up on the wall I’ve tried being less clumsy, Being hyper aware of my surroundings But I somehow hit my elbow on the door frame Or my head in the tap in the washroom Or stub my toe in the bed So I just normalised it slowly Hastily cleaned up everything and moved on Said that I was just clumsy Until I became so unaware That I broke the person I loved the most And couldn’t join back their pieces I wept and tried to hold on But I never learnt how to fix anything I was not clumsy I was a destroyer And there was only one way to stop me So I broke myself Now strangely tripping over doesn’t hurt as much Nor does losing my favourite cup It feels like a routine, Like a curse from everything I’ve destroye...