(So place me in a glass jar.
a big one to keep me sheltered
from the rain and all of the pain.
you say you don't want to hurt me,
but as you place me in here
I have to say one thing before you shut the lid:
You already have)
your hand fits perfectly in mine
and that's where it should be
but guilt swallowed you
and you snatched your hand away
to protect me from you
but did you ever stop to think that I didn't need or want
that maybe, just maybe
I needed to be protected from myself instead
a/n- you never were a good listener, but that's okay. I forgive you.
(shut the lid tightly. we wouldn't want
it to rain, now would we?)