He held me tightly

as if my body was glass

and I was cracking

and his arms could keep me from falling apart

He never treated me like I was broken

until he thought I was asleep

and that was when we tried to fix me.

He held himself tightly

As if I was sand

And would slip through his fingertips

And if he sealed his cracks, I wouldn't fall

He never acted like he was broken

Until he thought I was asleep

And that was when he shattered