BROKEN GLASS HEARTS

We come with broken glass hearts

Waiting for other broken individuals

Just less broken and fragile then we are

To come collect the pieces

And put them together so that we may become whole

Though fragile and scared still

We yearn to be whole

We revel in tears that scare our pillows at night

Those pillows remain the best shoulders we will ever have

They remain the gatekeepers to our thoughts and dreams

We carry broken glass hearts

While we wait for broken hearted beings

To waltz into our lives

Light a match and ignite a flame

That will mend these broken glass hearts we carry

We seek to be whole

Yet we never attempt to piece ourselves together

Out of fear of cutting ourselves

Fear of bleeding out until our bodies run dry

Therefore, we wait for broken scared beings

Though less broken then we are to rise from the ashes

Proclaim that they will make us whole

Broken glass hearts we hold

Such fragile things, which remain behind cages

However, we give them away so loosely sometimes

In our pursuit to find beings to make us whole

Never once pondering protecting them

From thieves dressed in illusions

That they are they being we dream of