Jagged shards of broken glass pierce my heart,

driven straight for my soul, never miss their mark.

Cry out in pain, though no tears of anguish are shed,

as a knife is taken, cut my emotions to shreds.

Memories of wounds past still ache,

I do remember the last time I nearly died of heartbreak.

Every time you assume, old hurt returns,

pound in my ears, lost words burn.

Feel like every time I let caution slip astray,

you give me another reason to turn away.

Should I trust you?

Or will you only open forgotten wounds anew?

Please give me grounds to believe in others and honesty.

Don't crush hope for another time so freely…

How sorely you've misjudged me,

all I can do is smile sadly

and wish you knew me better.