Broken Glass

You and I,

There are things we don’t talk about.

Things like the weather…I love my sunshine and you devour your cold, chills to the bone is what you call it, so we talk of things like ‘did you watch the news yesterday?’

I always say ‘no’ and you laugh, say I’m so uninformed and less bothered that you cannot help but wonder what you see in me.

You and I,

There are things we don’t talk about,

Things like how we gravitate to each other, you are my moon and I’m your sun

A day cannot exist without the night,

Things like how you fear seeing the hurt in my eye, so I wear smiles and save the hurt for my journal.

cracked window pane
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You and I,

There are things we don’t talk about,

Things like how you fear giving in to love so you string along as many women as you can,

If she smiles at you, she’s yours,

If she can keep you warm for five seconds, what she’s willing to give is yours to take.

You and I,

There are things we don’t talk about,

Things like how I am great at walking away and you are great at always seeking me out,

You say that even in the next a thousand lives, you’ll run into me and for a moment you’ll look into my eyes and know that you’ve found the one you seek at a time when you do not desire to breathe.

You and I,

There are things we don’t talk about,

Things like, how easy it is for you to destroy the thing you love the most simply because it’s easier for you to live without ever thinking of giving in to love.

You and I are broken glass, the crack’s there but it still reflects light.

 


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