I'm sorry
That the choice I made led you so far astray.
I'm sorry
That you felt the need to make poor decisions to get my attention.
I'm sorry
That you can't be who I knew you to be the first month we met.
We're made of glass and easily fragile.
At first, you were wonderful, beautiful
A gift from a God I don't believe in.
And as the months progressed,
You broke my fragile heart.
I glued it together.
Many times.
Pieced myself together
Only for you to smash it all over again.
You deserved what you got.
Because I'm stronger.
I hate you.
I hate who I was around you.
But
I still would like to thank you.
If it weren't for you,
And my glass heart,
I would have never known who I really was.
Or who I could truly be.
I broke your glass heart,
Shattered it like fine china.
Devastated it like thousand-year-old porcelain
Though only in my own interest.
I hurt because of you.
The glue in my heart melting
And pieces falling to the ground as I walked forward.
By telling you we were done,
I saved myself,
And destroyed my own heart
And my will to love.
I hope you can forgive me
Because I still can't.
It hurts me to this day,
And I hope you're better than you used to be.
Because no one's heart deserves to break.
Not because of you.
I hope that you burn the old you
The you that hurt me
So that no one ever has to go through that ever again.
I hope you destroy the you that broke off your friendships
And lost the love of your life.
I hope the new you buds
And lives a long happy life
I hope you're better than you used to be.
But I hope, you're no longer you.
With your porcelain ego
Your fragile image
Your weakened and heightened fears
And your Glass Heart.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
PoetryA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
