Oh sweetheart, just remind yourself as you wipe your tears
That none of this ever mattered.
Dreams are just glass.
They trick you into reaching.
Wanting the universe and romance
...leaving us shattered.
Fueling fear.
Fear is the opposite of love.
Remember that and you will rise above.
The glass.
The shards.
The bits and pieces you are left picking at and up.
When they leave you.
The way strangers, lovers, even family.
Tend to do.
Don't let dreams ruin you.
All the scars and holes left in you,
No one can undo.
But it doesn't matter.
Unless you think it does.
I just realize all of this dies, it is released.
One simple white dove.
Then and only then, everything is enough.
But until then, I can't offer you glass, only
love.
Even when my fingers leave your hair,
I'm tethered to you.
There will be no blood and bits and pieces
of you.
To undo.
Just us.
Enough.
Maybe the reflection is honest, in a way.
All the visions we projected on a horizon
and "someday".
Horizons are just illusions sweetheart.
Stay away.
And let me play with your hair.
We can love and lay and talk our
way through this life.
Giving a fuck about a horizon that was never there.
YOU were here.
I touched you.
Remember how I felt.
Dreams are just glass.
But my love for you, I never had to reach for.
Let's celebrate that.
Reality, love, at last.
Your hair and the way my finger tips
Linger there.
This will last.
It's not a dream, it's bulletproof.
Nothing to do...with glass.
We seep right through, we rise,
At last.
Cry it out, bleed a little.
Walk away.
You'll find something real...someday.
Until then, come my way.
I'm real, built like steal.
I always stay, when it's real.
*Artwork "Shattered Dreams" textured by OscarRocks00
