The Girl Who Holds My Glass Heart

“I won’t leave you like they did.” 

That’s what they all said

But they all ended up leaving

I handed them my glass heart

Or the half of it that was left

Only to have it thrown to the floor

It lay there, shattered

Along with my trust

Then soft hands picked up a shard and held it to her own half heart

She hugged every shard and built my heart back up

The shards of mine bonded with hers

It glowed, even more beautiful than before

And she holds, even now, in her arms

Her knuckles white

Refusing to drop it

Even when I think she will

She doesn't

And, it seems, she never will

So thank you

Thank you to the girl who holds my glass heart

I pray that you will never let go