You're like sheer fabric
  the way your smile can't hide your bleeding heart,
you used to know love.

Some people walk with their heads so high and their hearts guarded by 30 foot walls topped with barbed wire fences
that you'd mistake them for being put together.
  What you don't see is the devastation behind the giant structures
the reason for hiding
and complete fear just behind the surface of their eyes.
  They're like windows to the soul, we're told,
the seeing glass to the ocean beneath the surface
rolling with it's tempestuous waves,
lying to surface the depths of pain caused by memories passed.

You're like the books I like to read,
deep in their conflicts and swirling emotions
swimming in the complexities of their fight for will.
  You're a resolution in yourself
you just don't know it yet.

You're like the fabrics I sew and the cards I make.
You're like glass,
I see right through you.
  Even through your laughter, the same one that hides your tears.