i will place you on my shelf.
you will become dusty
you will become part of my collection.
i will forget about you at times but every once in awhile

i will take you from the safe space on my shelf.
i will hold you in my hand
i will trace my fingertips across the dust collected on your now porcelain skin
i will squeeze, you will not break.
you are nothing but an object to some
but to me, you are everything
you are everything inside of my heart.