I want to

I was touched and I didn’t want to be smudged,

With your fingers, or bodily oils,

I didn’t want to be broken, flimsy or cracked,

I wanted to stay behind my own protective glass.

I wanted to stay in my room after that,

I cried and cried and wish that you could put my glass back.

But that was just that, the glass I once had had been smudged, dirty, and even more than cracked.

It had been exposed to the hot air in the winter.

Those times before are now only remembered.

I was never the same after that September.

My sun became a moon and as the days came my moon became dimmer.

My smile would appear at times, but sure as always my moon would stop its shine and you would take over in my mind.

I would struggle and draw out my line,

I would follow and pray and try to take what’s mines.

But you snatched it back a thousand times,

No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t fix my lines,

I could wipe off the smudges, but the tape would not fix the cracked lines and bind them back into my pretty protective glass that’s mines.

I wish my glass could turn into a brick wall,

But you broke it and destroyed it before I could protect myself at all.