A painted china doll
surrounded by hammers

I don't need your help
to break.

I need you to help me
to realign the pieces

and you do
with every kiss.

Every I love you
seals a fracture.

So what happens when
I let the adhesive
corrode me?

When insecurities
turn doubt
on my lifesource?

Take the hammer from
MY hand,
baby.