Flawless...{a poetry series}

The Glass Heart

I'm fragile yet as I'm being held in your palm,
The thudding gets stronger and keeps growing strong.
Your kiss, feels like morning dew upon a blade of grass.
Quenching my parched yearning for just a taste of love.

Gasp. There's a crack.

You so blatantly break my heart in half, every time you look at her
Every time your tender touch greets the sense of her skin.
Every time you confess your love I die from within.

You use me. To you I'm just an object you can look through.
Yet, as you hold me in your gracious hands I'm consumed.
The overbearing urge to be with you takes control and
I'm in a trap that I can't evade.

You are a blade. Cutting through my emotions while I have no escape. Have you no mercy?

Are you that inhumane? You keep leaving tiny cracks in me that no matter how much I try to mend them,
The mending does not erase the pain.

I'm loyal, even though I know that you're poison to the soul.
I'm loyal, even though I know you go to her at night, while I'm freezing from the cold.

The coldness in your heart is killing me slowly.
Haven't you heard that glass breaks in low temperatures?
I'm breaking from the frostbite of you loving her.

The Glass Heart.