He breaks all the glass,

and yet he still sees

only his reflection in every shard

This isn't me! He cries

No, I reply, it's the man you're not brave enough to be anymore

Every night I walk on the glass

Try with trembling fingertips to touch and

Put together what he has shattered with his newfound unlove

Blood on my hands when I awake

Blood on my feet, the glass is crushed

A cry on my lips when I awake

and sometimes the shards have missed their mark

and found my heart

Nothing in my hands when I awake.

Every night, he sleeps like an angel

Tries with determined mind to keep heart silent and

Put together who he thinks he must be, his newfound unself

Mask on his face when he awakes.

Mask in his eyes, the glass is blinding

A name on his lips when he awakes

and sometimes the shards have missed their mark

and found his heart

No one in his arms when he awakes.

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