#glassheart - Hello Poetry

My heart is glass, surrounded by pain— or pane— a window no one should tap, yet everyone does. My mind is a registry, waiting to be filled with letters and numbers, each thought like a record of what I owe and what I’ve lost. I bank my worth on others, to write myself as a blank cheque, but when you cash me in, what if there’s nothing left? _Tap. Tap. Tap_— Could you please not tap too hard. Fear splinters easy these days, like a dog lunging at shadows, like me chasing a rabbit I’ll never hold. The bushes rustle— something unseen, waiting to pounce, its teeth already in my skull, mocking a fragile picture of my demise. Laughter claws the silence raw— __don’t crack me up.__ Because I’m only glass. And I’m only prey. And I’ve been hiding all along, a glass rabbit in disguise— already hearing the fractures before you ever touch me.

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Sep 28, 2025

Sep 28, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

The Glass Rabbit

My heart is glass, surrounded by pain— or pane— a window no one should tap, yet everyone does. My mind is a registry, waiting to be filled with letters and numbers, each thought like a record of what I owe and what I’ve lost. I bank my worth on others, to write myself as a blank cheque, but when you cash me in, what if there’s nothing left? _Tap. Tap. Tap_— Could you please not tap too hard. Fear splinters easy these days, like a dog lunging at shadows, like me chasing a rabbit I’ll never hold. The bushes rustle— something unseen, waiting to pounce, its teeth already in my skull, mocking a fragile picture of my demise. Laughter claws the silence raw— __don’t crack me up.__ Because I’m only glass. And I’m only prey. And I’ve been hiding all along, a glass rabbit in disguise— already hearing the fractures before you ever touch me.

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The way their lips curl back To reveal sharply angled teeth Looks less like a smile And more like a warning Their words cut worse than anything else Leaving wounds that could never be filled with tears Even the smaller wounds sting When they are remembered later in life And all of the old thoughts come rushing back All of your wounds reopened Just from all of their glass smiles And sharp teeth Nothing could be justified By their improvised lies Falling perfectly into place Marking their victims with an unexpected daze The tears that fall from our eyes Are starting to turn red As all of our blood rushes to our head Burning rage chokes us to death Until that time when we finally snap And bring out our own glass smile Preparing to leave wounds Just as deep as the ones they left on you Stab marks left behind on their waxy skin They were just pretending to have emotions You know that they were all fake Their glass smiles making them real More life like then their marring wounds

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Mar 13, 2020

Mar 13, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC

blackispoetic

Glass Smiles

The way their lips curl back To reveal sharply angled teeth Looks less like a smile And more like a warning Their words cut worse than anything else Leaving wounds that could never be filled with tears Even the smaller wounds sting When they are remembered later in life And all of the old thoughts come rushing back All of your wounds reopened Just from all of their glass smiles And sharp teeth Nothing could be justified By their improvised lies Falling perfectly into place Marking their victims with an unexpected daze The tears that fall from our eyes Are starting to turn red As all of our blood rushes to our head Burning rage chokes us to death Until that time when we finally snap And bring out our own glass smile Preparing to leave wounds Just as deep as the ones they left on you Stab marks left behind on their waxy skin They were just pretending to have emotions You know that they were all fake Their glass smiles making them real More life like then their marring wounds

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC

Qweyku

Broken Fragile

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the most beautiful glass hearts are shattered, patterned with perfect imperfections, stained with painful expression of rejection dejection reconnection ingrained in the scattered reflection: white light sliced into spectrum ascension, the pension of attention.

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC

Applestar

I should mention:

the most beautiful glass hearts are shattered, patterned with perfect imperfections, stained with painful expression of rejection dejection reconnection ingrained in the scattered reflection: white light sliced into spectrum ascension, the pension of attention.

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All it takes is a little push, and there it goes, the happiness, the hope, the love, the strength, the will to carry on, shattered, like glass at your feet. That's when you realize how broken you really are.

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Jun 2, 2017

Jun 2, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC

LilBean

Shattered Glass

All it takes is a little push, and there it goes, the happiness, the hope, the love, the strength, the will to carry on, shattered, like glass at your feet. That's when you realize how broken you really are.

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If you ever think of giving me false hope Or never ending lies I suggest you don't. My heart is too fragile Mend of fractures of glasses I've picked before. It's too weak After series And series Of hopeful regret. So if you ever Think about breaking my heart I beg you With all energy I still had Please don't.

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Apr 16, 2016

Apr 16, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC

complexanxiety

Glass Heart.

If you ever think of giving me false hope Or never ending lies I suggest you don't. My heart is too fragile Mend of fractures of glasses I've picked before. It's too weak After series And series Of hopeful regret. So if you ever Think about breaking my heart I beg you With all energy I still had Please don't.

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My poor, glass heart has been jumbled around, insulted, kicked. It has been dented, chipped, flicked. What's more, is that it has been left lying on the floor. Stepped upon, stomped, bruised all over. It's as though I carry an unlucky clover. So, please, I beg you! Be careful with my poor glass heart; I fear even just one more hurt will tear it apart.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC

poetryandthorns

My Poor, Glass Heart

My poor, glass heart has been jumbled around, insulted, kicked. It has been dented, chipped, flicked. What's more, is that it has been left lying on the floor. Stepped upon, stomped, bruised all over. It's as though I carry an unlucky clover. So, please, I beg you! Be careful with my poor glass heart; I fear even just one more hurt will tear it apart.

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