There is a heart I have made out of glass
A cell does protect it, it lets no one pass
It may be hallow, but still beauty it holds
If you just give it time, you can watch it unfold
But one day that changed, and I felt my guard slipping
The moment I saw you, I felt that heart skipping
And though I'd rejected so many before you
This was a feeling that had become brand new
I thought it was perfect, both you and I
I felt that alone was not how I'd die
But I was mistaken, and a fool I became
As I fell without grace through this sick little game
The cell that once stood strong now laid in bits
Revealing the gold-throne where that glass heart sits
You gave me your word that the glass would not break
And granting you trust was my own mistake
Why you lied to me, nobody knows
Love never dies, they say, that's how it goes
Then why am I sitting here writting this poem?
For a broken glass heart that I shared with just one?
You say that you love me, but what is this love?
It hurtrs far too much to be sent from above
And now you want someone other than me
I still think that this love was meant to be
But maybe again I'll find myself wrong
And come to see I was fooled all along
I wish I could have you back, I truely do
But that is just me, and of course it's not you
So now here I sit with my broken glass heart
Their sharp edges cutting my cold skin apart
As I constantly try to make it whole once more
Just for that one boy I'd always adore
But try as I might, it just will not stay
As I utter a sentence I don't want to say
"I must let him go; let him find someone new
For the boy that I love, I must bid him adieu."
And as much as it pains me to know such a thing
And everytime it comes to mind, it will sting
But I can't be with him, no matter how much I plead
As for fixing my glass, I just won't succeed
My cell will be built; my broken glass hidden
And this time, I swear it, no one gets in it
[Written in 13 minutes on Jan 18, a day I will NEVER forget, for that was almost the day of my self-inflicted death. Love is not a game.]
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