A cold glass in hand
So delicate on the nose
Wine of Italy

Such a rich sweet smell
Sparkling pink with berries
Of both rasp and straw

Sips from a Rose Sea
Tendrils coil down my body
Flowers bloom warmly

moments when i can run my fingers against the fogged up windows and see

the glass feels so thin right then
like we could just make one synchronized move together and it would break

through the glass i can see calmness
ease
love
there is no wall anymore, no glass
only surmountable obstacles we know we can endure

just past this glass

the glass isn’t going anywhere anytime soon though
it will stay no matter how much we pound at it

our hands are still bleeding from the last time we tried, remember?
of course you do
it feels like you take pride in never forgetting

i know- this never can be
i know it’s just pretend
but i like to wipe my sleeve across the glass anyways
eyes squinting
heart racing
just to see a glance of what could be
i’ll press my lips against the glass
pretend we’re kissing
hold my hand
imagine it in your head
while i place my hand on cold hard glass instead
imagine the heat was able to transfer through
imagine how warm my arms would feel around you

but that isn’t what we do

you love to fog up the glass
standing there from the other side
you love to push this away
even though i’m already as far away
as i could ever be
and while you hastily breath a puff of vapor into the freezing air
i watch as it blurs my view
distorts your face
and i turn away from the window
push my back against bricks
and wonder how i could shake the world so the glass would shatter and lead to a path
right to you
but there’s nothing i can do

we stand on opposite sides
wishing left and right was just
Here.

I look to the sun.
I feel the sand underneath my feet,
the waves crashing on the shore.

I look down.
I see it.
I see you, your frame wavering on the waters.
I see you smiling.
How wicked.
I used to like that smile.....maybe I still do...
What does this mean...
How can you still be in my heart when you tore away from me into that boy's arms.
I still see you in me.
I still act like you.
I still talk like you.
I hate you.
I hate myself because of you.
What you have done.
No one would have seen this coming.
To see the one being shattered is me.
And the one holding the bat was you...
swinging the bat into me.
breaking me.
shattering me into pieces and you grabbed for my heart.
you stole the love I had for you.
and you gave it to the other, like as if you have been planning this all along.

No...maybe I don't hate you.
Maybe I still love you.
I hope my broken pieces,
the broken glass on the floor would remind you of me.
and you would finally leave him and come back to me.

This is not the end.
I am probably hurting you by doing this.
I would probably hurt the one you left me for.
Why am I this way?
" You are too kind." You would say.
I wish you could stay.

A piece of broken glass is in my heart.
It fall down from poor lamp.
Lamp's fire undergo,
Cause of the cold.
That feels it
Unlife!