The Glass H e a r t

for her love is not to be possessed,
and yet you store her away like hidden treasure's in a chest. 
once you discovered her pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
you didn’t consider she had more in store. 
you've searched far and wide to explore a love like hers 
but yet you still needed more. 
spiritually blinded.
can’t distinguish a penny from a diamond, 
everything that shines isn't enlightening. 
double-minded. one-sided. chaos uninvited. 
her misery is your excitement. 

she let you sip and drink her wine, 
a flavor so divine.
life is filled with simple delights 
but when your pallet is numb, nothing will taste right.
they may break hearts to see what it's made of. 
but he discovered hers wasn't made of plastic or paper.
everyone knows that when a glass heart breaks, 
everybody bleeds.
everybody grieves.
it will leave you on your hands and knees.

and what you break you buy. now she's yours to keep, 
you pay the price for life, and the price ain't cheap.
no returns allowed, even with the receipt.
the humble is not to be confused with the weak.
and the strong need not to pursue inevitable defeat. 
let the fools who fumble love teach you something. 
vain is to want it all and all for nothing.

© trulysincerelyy

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