I asked you
If you thought 
You were capable of hurting me
You said you weighed 115lb 
But a sliver of glass 
Cannot weigh more than a few grams 
Look what that can do
You are a shattered pane 
That is all I feel
Your little slivers under my skin
You are not my mother
But I hear her in your voice
You have a mother's touch
It stings all to familiar
You broke the skin on my face
Open like a ripe peach
I suppose we are all capable of terrible things
But you burdened yours as love
Pressed it into my skin
And let me rot in silence