Ceramic
From so high above me,
There's no telling just how hard
You'll crash or which will be the straw
That breaks your back.
I'm sorry to pull that on you.
But when you fall,
I'll be there
To pick up the broken mess.
I can't give your wings back
If I am the one who caused your fall.
Ask yourself am I worth all of this,
but please, don't tell me what the answer is.
I can't bear to hear that from you.
So, if you go, you need to know
That I'll never forget you.
When the ceramic breaks,
I've lost you.
