A dedication, the commencement of thoughts so quiet I never imagined you’d hear them
Everything seemed so perfect on paper, but I wasn’t wrong to let you see how the butterflies danced around my heart whenever I saw you
Knowing all your sharp edges, months flew by without a single flutter,
But as those dangerous eyes of deep ice stared back, I fell through them over and over.
Was it easy for you? Looking at me and then looking at her?
My fragile heart was merely a sheet of glass bound to be broken by you
Tiptoeing on thin glass I thought was strong enough to hold all that was and all that is, I gave lingerie photographs and guilt stained kisses,
And you told me sweet dreams my girl only I was never yours for the ice in your eyes reflected a list of sweet nothings and the rigid remains of shattered glass.
Written by Tessa R. Adamski
Life in Colour 
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