My heart is like glass. It is beautiful and should be cherished. It has amazing detail. The groves and curves are delicate and are detailed to show grace and beauty. It should be cherished. Its solid glass so it durable too. It can be dropped and it will chip but it won't break. Peices may fall off and get lost but it still is mostly whole. It's less than perfect but it's yours to cherish.
You clean it and make it nice and shiny. You place it on your shelf and the light you give off makes its sparkle and glow. My heart sits there basking in your light looking whole and new because you cherished it. Then things get rough your light fades. You try your hardest but it is just getting to hard. But you always find hope when looking at my heart. It may not be perfect and you can see the mistakes but you still cherish it. Your light was less but still there.
Then one day it's too much. You get hurt and your light fades completely. The once bright person you turned dark. Now all my heart is fully seen its delicate edges full of chips and scrapes. The garceful lines are scuffed and worn down. I'm less than perfect. And now my heart is just hurting you. Everytime you try to touch it. When clean it to wipe away the marks you get cuts on your hands.
I need to leave.
I might not be the reason why your light disappeared but I'm not going to bring it back. I'm just going to end up doing what I do everytime this happens. I'm just making it worse. You'll find another glass heart to cherish. One that's isn't like mine. One that isn't less than perfect.
~Rose 2018
