Glass Heart

Here I hold your glass heart in my hands,
I can see straight through it's shallow
walls and into the blackness
inside. I can see me,
you've left me to drown
in a pool of
life alone.
Save me
now.
You've
left me
so many
times before this
and yet I still try
to find some good inside
your cold, dark glass heart. Why are
you immunised from my love? Why
do I imagine your blood runs blue?
Why do I always try in vain to
search for something that isn't there?
Someone told me years ago
that you should always look
for the good inside.
But you have no
good in your
cold glass
heart.