glass, gently

if you didn’t know i’m fragile, look here. i’ll cut my chest open. please take a glance inside. i’m glass. i’m glass. so gently blown. delicate. there is no heart of stone.

i’m putting on my armor. letting you be weak. but if you choose so poorly. i might forget that i can speak. i’m glass. i’m glass. so gently blown. delicate. SO DELICATE. you think my heart is fully stone.

i know what endurance is. just taking one more. one more. one more. one more breath. can i breathe through this, the constricting in my chest?

i can be strong. even the finest things, most finely made can take their share of crushing weight. but this thing is weighing heavy already. at best in the very first stage.

please please! tell me i’m silly and fretful. tell me my eyes are deeply shaded.
i’m falling trying to hold you up. why do you look elated?
i’m glass. i’m glass. just one more breath. one more and then….
i have to be free for breaking and every breath you’re taking.
so gently blown.

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