Do I remind you of your first
love?
When you look at my eyes do they shine like your last heartbreak?
Tell me, do you see me made of
bricks?
Understand that I started out soft, but as I cooled
I began to harden.

You look at me,
And I see the thick wood
Of bridges we burn for warmth.
We burn the bridges
We once seeked shelter under to get out of the rain,
We burn them
But we called them home.

You call me home,
And I am made of bricks.
Why do I build you up,
When I am already safety?
I give to you
What I am myself.
You call me home,
But skin can never
Be cement and glass.