Glass House

Glass House


You stared at your feet and waited

I drove for hours through april rain

I’m wishing it was last Saturday when I still didn’t know you


Your mouth looks like broken glass

It’s the only thing I’m looking at

Appropriate to the sharpness of your tongue


Your words cut through my home

My walls are made of windows

You see right through me


You’re louder than the disposal on the kitchen sink

I’m louder than the thoughts I think

Staring at the mess we made on the counter


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