Broken Glass

I didn’t wanna write, but my hands still shake, Tracing the cracks from our last mistake. You think I’m crying, but baby, I’m numb, Love shouldn’t feel like a loaded gun. You still call like you never left, Like you didn’t rip the heart from my chest. Every “hey” is a knife in disguise, Every “miss you” just another lie. We were glass, fragile and thin, You threw the stone, I felt the wind. Now all that’s left is scattered light, A love once whole, now lost in the night.