My Blue little broken mug

How can a broken mug hurt me this much?
Was it because it was from someone special?
Was it the way she broke it?
Willingly?
With blank emotion in her eyes?
Or the way she went back doing whatever makes her happy
Right after she broke my heart?
Or Was it the way she talked to me?
Was it the way she shouted at me?
Was it the reason she told me how big of a disappointment i am?
Was it because of my fragile heart?
Or was it my delicate soul?
Why did she call me sensitive?
Was i truly sensitive? or is the world hurting me too much?
My blue little broken mug
She told me she loved me
Is this what you call love?
You shout at me
You rip apart my writings
Tell me ugly words
Set my books ablaze
Just because it was something which made me happy ?
And call it love?
How can a broken mug hurt me this much