Have, hold and shatter.

Your crown of contentment
Slips over your eyes
Blinding you to what is most obvious
Your perfection – so porcelain.

A thousand good pictures of the past
Hover above your ignorant bliss
And your obvious delight in you own reflection
So pretty, so porcelain.

Your fake conscience shelters you from yourself
And you’ve lost yourself in a parody of what you could be
You brag of your battles
But you’re only porcelain.

And you leave me to wonder if it doesn’t shame you
To be what you loathe
So plain
And temporary
So perfectly porcelain.

What I have known and loved, I barely recognise
But you’re the centre of your universe
You are magnificent
And so beautifully porcelain.

Emptiness can be filled
Scars can be ignored
You wouldn’t know the feeling
Porcelain doesn’t rust.

I wish you good luck picking up the pieces
When they break and scatter
I'd have told you to leave before it's too late
How sad that time is now.

And you don't know it yet
Though you will someday
You've forgotten, my friend
That porcelain will break.

It really does makes me sick to my stomach when I think of the oblivion you’re so proud of. Dressed up in the glory of your own complacency, did you really think I’d wait around forever? For you to come and supply me the scraps of your meaningless life?