I am a fragile person
a heart made of glass
and feelings that would forever last
constantly telling my self
to stay this-side-up but I
am more than a brittle'ol cup
I say with a rustled heart
I am far from ready
to pick up shards because
my hands are made of paper
and yours are made of fire
and sooner or later
you'd have turned me to ashes
into a lake or a river
but none of that matters
now that my heart
has been shattered