For this prompt, the suggestion was to use various forms of the word break/brake, and perhaps song titles, compound words.

Here is my attempt:

It was Royal Albert

that old teacup, knocked hard
on the kitchen tap. Snap!
goes the handle.  The last tie
to your memory, now just
broken bits of blue violets.

No tears. Seven years ago
I put the brakes on, called
time out before I called it off.
No more achy-breaky me.

You’d been broke
and broken too long,
always wanted what
you’d had and lost.

Didn’t really want me
‘til I no longer wanted you.

Carol A Stephen
April 4, 2018

Paper clips break-dancing