Glass Castle

When I first met you,

I decided to build us a glass castle where I would wait for you

I waited and waited,

but you never came

I grew my hair out before I grew tired of waiting

So,

I counted to three,

and smashed the door with such force,

the whole damn castle came down

 

"You're  a little late,

Careful now, don't cut yourself"

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