Glass

Would you be fragile for me?

For us, our love.

Can't you see that I'm being too vulnerable?

And I break, instead of we.

It's not that fair that it has to be me.

If you can't be fragile, then gentle,

gentle like a foaming sea and my feet,

at shore, the cold waters kissing me.

Just please, don't hurt me anymore.

I make myself apparent,

and I make my chest transparent.

Just please, don't hurt me anymore.

I'm begging and I know you care.

My heart is sore, don't hurt me there.