It took him five years
Five years to realize I didn't love him
I didn't love him the way he loved me
And he loved me with the type of heart
The type of heart that needed to be set free
It was sick
It was sick of me to defy love
To tell it I was untouchable
It tried to burn me
It's flame to my glass flesh
Mosi wrote the day he left
Wrote the kind of hate
Only possessed in a soul so mean
I always look back on that moment
As if it happened to a stranger
Seen through a television screen
Doesn't feel like I broke that man
Doesn't feel like I could have the power
I told him love was a flower
The kind damp with dew
Touch it wrong and it falls apart
Let out the wrong breath
And you'll blow it dark
It's one of those things
The kind that like and accept theft
Wants to be stolen and used
Love didn't like me after he left
It wanted to set my heart aflame
But I'm glass, and baby glass don't burn
He stopped working on me
Left the cheese butter in a dusty churn
--from my deviant art page
