Dear Ticker,

You are a costly vase.
I’ll place you on the shelf between my lungs,
And your beauty will shine outward.
But your fragility almost offsets your beauty.
Why?
I can’t share you with anyone,
For fear that you’ll crack.
So what’s the point of having you around,
If all that you can do is break?
You are as useful to me as a winter coat on a hot summer’s day.
You shatter with no trouble,
And you take too long to repair.
Perhaps I’ll just get rid of you myself.
I’d rather be heartless, anyway.