~Poem Book~

Glass Reality

Every time I'd shed a tear, you'd be there when I needed or asked.

Every time, and then I realized you needed comfort too.

So when you cry, even if you like to hide it tell me.

I'll fight them, shred them, argue, and I'll die, just tell me who did it, tell me what happened.
We have each others back.

If it was all real, I'd fight for you in a second, I'd be a warrior alongside you, no matter your opinion.

I'd have your back, not letting one touch you.
If I could keep you to myself, maybe I would.

Back in those quiet days my life was fine, and now my private glass wall has been "shattered."

Atleast I have you, on this strange, broken journey.

Through my breakdowns, as I travel through the glass wall, because after so long, I'll never be used to this.

So let me lean on you, and you can lean on me. It's a fair trade, it's a deal.

I've got your back, I've got my sword, I've got the hilt, my dagger, the war, the lockdown, the meeting, the rebuild, the meeting, the end.

I've experienced much with you, realistically or not.

It felt real, so let me appreciate my glass wall.
When that glass wall was my reality, that was my only true "world" so maybe it still is.

Together, we shattered that glass wall, and now, we walk together.