Glass is a great way to describe most women.

Some are thin and delicate, easily broken if they are not help careful. They are beautiful to look at, but they very rarely have any purpose other than to look nice.

But there are other types of glass. More specifically: bulletproof glass.

Forged under pressure, mixed with the past and future all into one indestructible material.

And to be honest, almos...

In the echoes of youth, my heart would race,

With lightsaber battles, I'd dream of a place,

Where heroes in uniforms, strong and so bold,

Wove tales of camaraderie, legends retold.

Every midnight flicker, the glow of the screen,

Clone troopers marching, a galaxy keen.

I wore their brave badges, in dreams I would soar,

A soldier in service, with honor in core.

Then came the day, l...

you bit into your apple, skin crunching like bone

your rosy cheeks puffing out slightly as you chew

I can hear my pulse rattling through my ribs

blood rushes through my veins as I unfurl my hands and offer you my heart

your snickers cut through my soul like a knife

"no." you say. "you're ugly. disgusting"

your eyes no longer look like gentle waves. they feel more like a tempest

"your teeth are cr...

Im battered and bruised

Hurt like no other

The glass has shattered

Between me and my mother

I hope to be fixed

I hope to be fine

I hope to be repaired

Its not going to happen

As I sit here and cry on the floor

Hoping you don’t come knocking on my door

My tears are being shed

When I sit here and wish you were dead

My heart is shattered

Like the picture of us

My clothes are tattered

I’ve been poked ...

i’m just

breaking

breaking

until i’m

broken.

as broken

as the glass

on the table,

reminding me

of how hard he

slammed

the door

when he

left.

i keep

faking

faking

until i’m

not.

until i can

shut the door

and let down

my walls

and cry

and cry

tears of glass

cutting down

my cheeks

until my eyes

are swollen

and my cheeks

sting

from the slice

of the

tears.

i avoid

speaking

speaking

until i think

i ...

“You love that boy, don’t you?”

Yes. Yes I do.

In fact I have for years,

But I’ve ended in tears.

I’m me.

And he is him.

I’m no one to his glorious eyes.

It’s broken glass

Scattered across the floor.

Every time I see him

It’s like I step on a piece.

My breath immediately taken-

But then the pain comes next

Knowing I’ll never

Be anything but worthless.

I’ve tried to speak to him,

But we...

You see me as glass,

so fragile and breakable.

But what if that's my choice?

When I break, it’s you who’s left bleeding.

You who picks up the pieces and cuts yourself with the jagged edges.

It’s you who deals with the mess.

If I’m glass, that means when I crash, I take you down with me,

And all the world will hear my final scream.

Perhaps I am the fragile one,

but it's you who suffers the pain....

Sometimes when we hear glass shatter it’s followed by cheers of Mazel Tov! Or laughter as everyone in a restaurant enjoys the spectacle of a destroyed glass or plate. When it happens at home, people are concerned, immediately sweeping it off the floor for everyone’s safety. But there are some situations where glass breaking is a bad thing, a very bad thing.

I arrived at the lab late that morning....

My heart is glass

Fragile

Beautiful

Easily breakable

Treat it carefully

Or it will shatter

And cut you

My heart is glass

Vicious when broken

Splintered and shattered

But when given willingly

It’s a gift

A beautiful,

Lovely gift

So treat my heart carefully

If I give it to you,

Don’t crush it

Because if you crush it,

There’s no guarantee that I can piece back together again

Written by MaxMayfi...

Shattered all around the floor

Did I even make a sound

When I cried out

Reaching into the abyss

I found nothing

Shattered all around

Shaking

Staring at the mess I made

Dying inside

Knowing you don’t feel a thing...