Heart of Glass

I gave myself to you. My life, my soul, and everything I could ever give you. I tried everything. In the beginning you wanted me to be with you, so I did. I held onto you through the worst, but all you wanted was for me to let go, so I did. But I have not been set free. I'm still locked in a cage that holds my life braced against yours; I'm still held against a wall by these chains and locks. Your will still guides my hand, and until you lock yourself here with me or unbind me with truth, I will remain.

Maybe I have been mistaken. Maybe my heart is not bound by yours. Maybe it was you who gave me your heart. Maybe I had grasped it too hard, and your fragile heart could not take it. You warned me to loosen my grip, and I tried, but there was a point where I felt the only way to loosen my grip any more was to let you go, so I did. Maybe I ignored your heart shattering, and only worried about my own. Maybe I don't know how to fix it, but time has seemed to heal you so well, I thought if I could pick you up one last time everything would be fine. I'll soon find out how well you've healed, and if you'll trust me to hold your heart again.