A deep sense of longing
For something you only had the illusion of knowing
Where careless words cut deep
And cruel insecurities creep
Preying on the remnants of lost love
That left you looking above
And beyond its calm familiarity
Ignoring its brokenness and clarity
But a creaking, cracked window
Is preferable to its tiny shards
That force you to step with collected caution
And play alone to your last card
Lest those pieces find their way inside
You keep your heart silent and hide
But the glass is broken now
So swept up
And out they must go.
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