GLASS SKIN

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Tiptoe in silence,
You never ask why I flinch.
Curtains still wide open,
But your eyes never twitch.
I stitched up your shadows
When mine were paper-thin,
You whispered sweet nothings,
And called it medicine.
You like me fragile,
Easy to bend,
Smile like a secret
You’ll break in the end.
So I fade,
Out of your frame again,
Bite my tongue till it rains again.
You say,
“I never meant to bruise,”
But you don’t miss what you never choose.
And I’m tired
Of bleeding for your sins—
You hold me like I’ve got glass skin.
Mouthful of silence,
You choke on goodbye.
You built me a castle
Just to watch it catch fire.
And I stood in the smoke,
Till it blurred what was real,
Guess your kind of love
Don’t come with a seal.
You like me quiet,
Soft like a ghost,
But ghosts don’t shatter
Like I did the most.
So I fade,
Out of your frame again,
Bite my tongue till it rains again.
You say,
“I never meant to bruise,”
But you don’t miss what you never choose.
And I’m tired
Of bleeding for your sins
You hold me like I’ve got glass skin.
You sip on regret
Like it’s wine you deserve.
I break at the sound
Of the love you reserve.
But I’m not your maybe,
Not your almost win—
I’m bones and breath,
Not porcelain.
So next time you whisper,
Do it alone.
I’ve packed up my sorrow,
And made it my own.
You held me like glass,
But I’ve turned into stone.