looking glass.
you see me through a looking glass,
there is a glass that separates you and me.
you cannot reach me without breaking the glass,
but the glass gives me a disguise.
you see what you want to see of me,
and the glass goes both ways.
wishing the glass would break,
but fearing the other's true self.
the looking glass is harder to get rid of
than you believe at first.
looking glass.
do i look like glass to you?
am i fragile?
delicate?
are you afraid to break me?
if i am glass,
you make me bulletproof.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Poesía𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
