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Broken in (comment it please)

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Broken IN

Your like a polished glass figurine.

That I was always to scared to touch.

I would never even dare to pick it up.

Because If I were even to drop you.

You would break into shreds

And know matter how much I would try to put you.

Back together it would never be.

And I would always end up with bloody finger's.

To show for the end result.

Walking around stunned.

Your breaking and broken in.

I want you like a flower want's sunlight to live.

So I stay in the shadow's watching instead, safer that way

But I could never have you.

Your to fragile, and precious.

I wanna touch you, but your too much.

I can see right though your surface.

To all your imperfections.

I can see what you see everyday from your own point of view.

In all the directions of the world of which you look around.

But, I can't have you.

Your sharp edges are razor sharp.

You hurt as a much as a knife put on pressured against skin.

Every time I drop you.

I always wind up broken someway.

I'm always left with bloody fingers.

A profusely bleeding path of dried footprints.

Leading towards you.

I canot help you when I can't even touch or hold you.

I can not feel your embrace or feel your fingers against mine.

You might break at the slightest movement.

I,..I just can't risk that.

One too many times I won't let it happen at all.

This is the precaution I must take to be within distance of you.

I can't look at your face.

But sometimes I catch a glance many times.

I wish it too be more than that of a reflection, or the shadow in the sunlight.

Sometimes I make up little stories.

About why you are the way you are.

But that's just it.

Does it even matter as much as I thought it did before?

I care more about your well-being than I ever did.

Because I am always..

The one who get's to close...

I will always end up...

With broken shard's around me..

And bloody finger tips, and unraveled bandages to feel it all seep in..

Just close enough, even if it hurt's to feel you against me.....

Even if it only last for so long before I have to stop it.....

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