he dropped me
like his glass on the night we met
and just like that glass
i shattered into too many pieces
without him holding me

but unlike that glass
he didn't pick up all my pieces

he left me
on the floor, on my own
so now i am scattered everywhere
not knowing how to put myself back together
without his careful hands

i don't even remember what i looked like
before he broke me

- never knew i was made out of glass