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 destroyed, although unintentionally 

Well, at least I break less things now

Cause I rarely get up

I’m nothing but a piece of broken glass lying on the ground

Helpless but harmful