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I’m made of glass.
I can get broken
in many different ways.
People can see through me
when I try to speak a single word.
I don’t know if it what I said
or it’s the moments
we spent the night together.
People don’t know the things
we talked about in bed.
I’m made of glass
but my heart is whole.
It used to be broken
from everything I used to hate.
We can handle anything
if it wasn’t for the things we love.
I don’t know what to make of it.
It’s been making me run in circles
over and over again.
I couldn’t tell if its me and you
or them trying to break us apart.
I should know how to write
when it comes to you
but I seem to write nothing
on the blank page.
I’m made of glass
but I don’t know
how to make of it.
I don’t know how I should act
when it comes to you.
You seem to leave an indentation
in my mind that I don’t want to get rid of.