the sound of you ignoring the facts
like glass shattering
this stone was in your hand seconds ago...
my glass house- my world view.
This is not right,
the way you look at me
when I refuse to look at you
the way you look beyond
the layers of me
that the rest of the world experiences.
The fall-
electricity between us,
tension I won't cut-
this plain surface,
I will not scratch.
I am aching for closure
and you are aching for me...
This won't work-
in the end, we'll go our separate ways
with so little shared-
I won't dive in,
I won't create a space for myself
in this ruin...
My glass house, my world view...
your words, your thoughts
I am broken,
I am lost-
and I am in the place where
I feel the most real.
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