My heart of glass
has a chip in it
caused by reckless behaviour
caused by trust
caused by the wish for love
caused by blindness.
The chip was repaired,
could barely be seen any longer, but became a weak spot
on a heart that tried to be strong.
Fine cracks are appearing. Stretching out from the epi centre.
And all I do is watch it happen.
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