Yes..my heart is fragile; No.. I don't feel the need to apologize. It's like a box of glass, delicate, immaculate and kept with care. It holds in the warmth, that keeps me alive on frosty nights, That makes me feel my own breath, that you bring with youself. I gently bring you in, I make you feel at home; attend to all your needs, Just yearning a little warmth from you, that keeps me going. But when you ruthlessly try to storm out, I can do nothing But stare at your back, watch you try to break the walls that once aimed to protect you. And you do... you break them mercilessly, for what strength can mere glass hold Compared to your desperation to escape? You leave with a hole, shattered glass and a mess, that I am obliged to clean, for I was the one who let you in. Yet again to try to return, nonchalantly as if you never left. But now... It's different. The door is locked & the hole, your hole, is now with sharper edge, it's you who crafted this. You shall feel the jab of every sharp edge, blocking you, barring you from entering; And I... I watch from afar, you getting betrayed by your own fabrication For glass maybe fragile, but lethal when aptly weilded. Trust and love are very powerful but fragile... and hate or resentment may seem weak but when unleashed can go far to as much commit heinous crimes. Both must be taken care of really well. Picture courtesy: Pinterest #trustbroken #beautifulmess #thenandnow #yourdeeds #closeyetfaraway #bliss_poetry
