How come 3 years later, you
are still the only one I want,
rummaging my empty heart,
reaching out for something that
you took with you after we part.

Maybe I should be content
Perhaps life was being kind to me
It took everyone away gradually
Instead of in a handful.

two fragile hearts made up of glass
everyone could see right through them both
only they themselves couldn't see the reality

both fell for each other
and whatever falls
will end up breaking

now those two once-glass hearts
shattered into a million emotional pieces

now those two once-glass hearts
will never find their missing parts

now those two once-glass hearts
have turned into nothing
but back into crushed sand