A Bit of Broken Glass

I held it all in my hands; as it slipped away
Forged by the fires of a burning end; a woeful mistake
It felt right to my touch
A sudden grasp upon a phantom of feelings; the ghost of deception
Deceived by attraction and attention
 
Shaped by my desires; becoming what I needed most
Your truth untold; veiled under the vanity of connection
I saw the world through you; a place I wanted us to be
The emptiness that is you; lost in those thoughts
You never wanted what I offered; something to fill the void
 
The closer I tried to be; the further the gap became
My hand gripped tighter around it; fearful of loss
Hopeful for a future that would never be
The cold empty hollow where our love should have been
A glass shattering under the pressure
 
Carving away my innocence; slicing away the curtain of falsehood
Every shattered piece of you a reminder of the cuts you deliver unto me
My blood glistening upon each shard; highlighting your betrayal
I see the truth of you now; spread out before me
Yet, why am I the one who feels so broken?
 
The bare space that you once filled is where I held my desires
I gave to you my insecurities and my fantasies; filled in the shallows
It was there I kept myself; needing you to hold me together
But you never wanted what I could give; you took until there was nothing left
You used what I gave to cut me down; an imposter wearing a mask of my love
Using tragedy to explain away your own awful actions
 
The mind knows to let you go; but hands not so sure
A love borne of a woeful mistake
Haunted by the specter of deception; and of hope
I wanted this to be something else
But was left with only a bit of broken glass and confusion

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