My rib cage is made of diamond.
My skin is that of iron.
But be careful with my soul,
for it is soft and brittle and old.
Like lead crystal, it's easy to scratch,
easy to break, easy to crack.
I cannot seem to make it hard
even though it bears so many scars.
I try to keep it buried so deep,
tucked away safely, where no one can see.
But even in the darkness, it still beats.
And now you have heard.
Now you have seen.
And like a thief in the night,
you have stolen from me.
I should have known you'd claim it from the start.
So be careful with my delicate heart.
Like lead crystal, it's pretty to see, but easy to break.
Don't break me.
11/01/17
