nothing is transparent these days
crystal clear becomes mosaic
fragile friendships are easily stained
and words feel so brittle
we struggle to maintain
the shining moments we reflect on
when our windows are tinted
and our doors slam shut
sometimes it shatters
and the fragments cut into us
bleeding our emotions and we
Ș̴̡̛̪L̵̹̬̟̀̇Ì̷̹͕̂T̵̟͍́̔̿̑͠ ̴͉͔̆͒̂̽̓Ę̴̠͕̹̾̈́Á̷̛̙͈̔̾C̴͈̬̮͈̦̅H̶̟̀̅͛̏̓ͅ ̵̛̭͍̃̄̚O̷͔̎T̸̠̥͂̔H̷͓̄͒̓̚E̵̹͍̘̮͂R̷̢̹͙̤̍Ş̵͎̖̀̈̉̌̕ ̵̨̞͎͖̻̌̀̀́͠T̵̫̯̙̼̼̑̐H̶̞̦̼͈̯͝Ŗ̶̱̦̘̮̅Ǫ̴͚͍̓A̸̞̞̞̱͊͑̔͗T̷̻̠̞͓͒̃̎͌͝S̷̪͈̭̖̍͛̃̑
with whats left
because we couldn’t handle
being friends
rose colored glass fragments
taints and construes
never understanding
what we speak to each other
easily cracked we are
sensitive on both sides
fragility at its best
but I believe in the end
glass can be mended