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“I don’t think I’m as excited as you are.”



I told him how that statement hurt me.

He said I was like glass.

I wished that rather than making

snide remarks that he would

just bite his tongue.

But his tongue was buried too far down my mouth.  



He was right. I was glass in

every sense of the word.

I was dirtied by his fingerprints.

But my heart was shattered long

before he ever touched me.



I used my tears to wipe him away

but it only smeared the thought of him,

spreading it all over me.



I have yet to get his hands completely

off me even though he is notorious

for rubbing me the wrong way.