shatter

a delicate vase slips through spindly fingers and explodes into pieces

the vase's only request was to never be mishandled by a crude pair of hands

a scoundrel thief was acutely aware of the vase's worth

same with the rich promise it dearly asked

yet, it was still not substantial. not enough.

thieves will only carry the burden of what they find most valuable in the moment

so upon catching sight of a glowing jewel, there was deliberation

the gem would be lightweight, easier to burden, more valuable... it only made sense

for the levity of the burglar.

now pieces of something that once was... lay before calloused feet

the shards were abandoned, to be stepped over and swept away later

furthermore, the stone seen as so special... was later proven to be a mere farce

nothing more than a display to catch yearning eyes

the pickpocket now had nothing to show for themselves

a failure such as this is worthy of exile

to break sacred promise, into infinite little pieces

the pleading words of one so endearing, shattered into a million betrayed feelings

irony is all that remains to follow the ruffian

for now I leave, ashamed, and empty handed at the very end.