Broken Glasses

I won’t say all but

My heartaches find

Their roots in lies,

Most of them mine.

At first glance, I sparkle

Like freshly fallen snow on grass.

But friends and lovers soon discover,

Those were shards of broken glass.

Some survive, most let go.

‘There’s nothing to forgive,

Your company is unhealthy

Though you’re beautiful’, they admit.

Did I say some survive?

Well, they are truth-deprived.

Can you blame my soul?

I hold on until guilt arrives.

‘I’m not healthy for you’

I repeated mechanically.

You only saw me sparkle

My warnings ignored foolishly.

Now you’re so close to me,

How do I disclose

The darkness of my soul

As broken glasses replace the snow?