Glass Hearts Poem by Andrus Cassian

Glass Hearts



Hey
Hey you
sitting there
sitting there and staring at the screen
reading another tale from me
a chronicle to my life
Please don't sit and ponder my composition
please don't sit and ponder my inquisition
for I need your mind to form an opinion
upon my recent actions
Please bear with me
let me gather up the scattered letters
letters that form the words
the words I've scribbled down for rehearsal
a rehearsal for a play I sloppily put together...
I constructed a love letter just days ago
to pose a poster of happiness I've finally managed to star in
a carbon copy of a starry sky
for you all I know the twisted tales
of my years as a man of misery
I constructed to a love letter
to thank a friend
to thank a personal someone
for reaching in through the fog
reaching in through the debris
the Sorceress and her followers
allowed to build up and block out
contain the gem inside the cavity inside my chest
a figurative treasure chest
Ironic, a treasure I am not one
Sorry, where is my train of thought
Oh right, it's here
directing itself to the point
to save myself from the temptation
the temptation of being subdued
the temptation of feeling the pressure of
of lying to the love letter
of burning it to take back what all I had said
of running back, running back
to reclaim my title of the man of misery
of running back, running back
to the hole in the dirt
to be buried treasure once again
disappearing in the hands of the Sorceress
I tried to break the ties
sever my hands that would try to reach back
systematically drive away the Sorceress and her minions
but how could I
when before the love letter
I promised so much to so many
I promised so much to so many in vain
I promised so much to so many
it's just so hard to lock up in a box
and just say never to open again
I found the words so hard to stomach
the words so hard to spill
And the look I received
the attack that followed
I've never meant to become a destroyer of worlds
who am I to become a destroyer of worlds
I'm just a kid from a small town
always thrown rocks to keep a cool head
but to throw rocks at glass hearts
throwing rocks at glass hearts...
With every heart that breaks
I turn from 5'9 and fall 7 inches shorter
but I guess it's one of my rewards
my gift of being a curse
my promise of being a threat
my ever after of being a perfect disaster
I once shouted I would never be happy again
but now that I felt it finally for all of these years
...what could that possibly mean for me
Hey
hey you
sitting there
sitting there reading these words
reading my tale from the chronicle of my life
Please don't ponder my composition
please don't ponder my inquisition
please don't try to make heads or tails of it
for all I ask is your opinion...

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