Shatter
Broken glass pieces in her hand,
Why is it that she didn’t understand?
Not all things can take the stress
Of resisting her carelessness.
Hoping for a precious embrace,
Her, not realizing the obvious case,
Making this a horrible disgrace
And leaving all with such distaste.
Maybe one day she’ll get it all,
Until then, I’m a broken glass ball.
Is it possible for me to mend?
Blind hope remains until the end.
Aren't I hot shit?
