"Broken Glass"

"Broken Glass"

By Arcassin Burnham

You're more,

Than what I've hoped for,

You are ,

Something I could adore,

With the smile of an angel and the taste

Of strawberries when we kiss,

Marks the broken glass at the end of the hallway based

On our arguments but I still love you like the other side of couch

Where I lay my head and think instead 

Of suicide or sliting wrist and thoughts about

Hurting myself in ways you can not miss, 

Like throwing signs of sexual pleasure and 

Lustful imaginations,

You are, 

What I've hoped for,

In a friend, 

In a woman,

In a lover, 

Imagining things I can not fathem in this generation of

Heartbreaking skull crushing blows to the dome of inception 

And points a simple direction in walking in to the hands of

Death,

You remind me of that broken glass.