Campbell soup. WTF This isn't poetry.

I broke my coffee plate this morning.  It was just a white saucer with the word Coffee written all around the inside rim in brown letters.  I have tried to glue it and what patience it takes to fix something that shouldn't be important to you.  I could just go buy a new plate, or use a different one I suppose.  But I think we forget to take time with things that are important to us even if they are already broken in the end anyway.  I am learning patience and how much whiskey my body really can tolerate.  Maybe that is why the plate broke it was tired of watching me ruin my coffee with whiskey. I want you back.  I want to not burn inside my own skin.  This is stupid.  I was so great at doing this on my own, alone.  Now you have opened the door and I can feel everything.  Damn it.  All the good things that I have ever wanted are wrapped in the wrong packaging.  Distorted yes but aware of the truth that is my body and my empty limbs.  WTF. I want you back even though I only had you for a second. No longer than a breath is what you spent with me it seems now.  So do I try to fix what there is or walk away?  I cannot fix your heart.  But should I spend time trying to salvage something for the both of us to have?  I do not know any answer to any question.  All I know is I want you back. Should I believe what they say that you are not worth my time?  They say that I should use you and abuse you like some sad little toy.  This makes me miserable.  My heart was made to love and love is what it does.  I cannot provide more misery for someone who is so heartbroken already.  In my daydreams I imagine things working out so beautifully and I tell myself to just be patient and believe. I want you back.