The way I loved him
Up high on a pedestal
Made of stone
Mine is glass
Delicate
Transparent
I've shattered time and again
Crashing to the ground
Bruised and scarred
I read in between his lines
His needs came before mine
I squeeze
I hover
I suffocate
I know that I do it
But I won't stop
I can't
Because he'll leave
Like they always do