You who would jump in my boat and steer me to the rocks, you must stand now and bask in the sun til you burn. Come from under your rock, wear your own face. You stepped firmly but falsely, and it was I who fell. Give me back my time and trust, not in equal, but a direct return of all that I gave you. All the smiles and confessions I gave you. Strike them from our history, and then strike the whole thing. Stand down from your nest, I am not yours to protect. I am my own, and I wanted ease. I wanted night time sweat and touch, and simple day time silence if we met. If I would have been hurt it would have been my doing, and I would have been better for it. I remain unscarred, and you remain proud. I remain unscarred, but I look at her and I wonder. And then I look at her and sigh. And then I look at you and see good intentions in bad practice. I see selfishness, and I see youth.

And you, who would take and never give when I would send you your heart if you asked. I would have delivered all you could need when you needed it, but now I am open eyed. I don't think you see though, I don't think the thought ever even enters your head sometimes. The day has many hours, and the days never really end, but they have, and there was never enough time for you to spend time with me.
I will keep listening against my better judgement, because I think that's what love is. You are a mess of broken glass, which isn't finished until everyone's cut.