I was born with a glass heart
That breaks every morning
When I think of you.
When I think of the dark surrounding
You, and your eyes staring back at
Me
Brightly and kindly.
But your back turns away from me
And every time, I see you run away
And dig your grave in the city
With no heart, no beating heart,
Just lights, and people drowning
In the parts
where the light doesn't hit,
so they'll die quietly and without
A witness.
I was born with a glass heart
That breaks every morning
Because I want to be your witness,
I want to behold the way you melt
Into the dark, I want to see
The fire hold you, I want to watch
The skin burn from your bones,
Quietly, you'll suffer, but alone
Is not something you will be.
I know it's too late,
I've seen those eyes turn away one
Too many times from me,
I've seen the darkness eat you
From the inside
Out.
I've seen the fire whisper and tell you
Of paradise, I've seen the fire
Coax you into paradise,
And I will see that same paradise
As your burial ground,
I will see that fire turn to ash,
Job finished,
And watch you disappear from me
One last time.
See,
because I was born with a glass heart
That breaks every morning
When I think of you.
But my heart comes back together
As every second of the day goes by.
"I'll forget him today," it says,
Proud to be whole, proud to be one
Piece again.
And I'll sleep in silence, dream in ignorance,
And when I wake,
My insides will bleed from the pieces
Of a glass heart that remembered you
At night,
Remembered you in your holy place,
The place where the devil hides.
About the Creator
Maddie Almquist
I am 17, and poetry comes to me like the tide to the moon; unwillingly I go, but if I didn't I would die.
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