The Glass Girl

I feel like I am made of glass. And at any moment, all my pieces could shatter and break. It's always easier to blame other people isn't it? It would be easy to say that you did this to me, that you became such a part of my soul, that your departure from my life sent me spiraling out of control. And maybe to an extent that's true. There's no doubt that I gave my heart to a man who ran so far away with it that I'm not sure it will ever really come back. But to put all that blame on you would be naive, and I would never want to flatter you in that way. The truth is, I was broken before you came barreling into my life. And now that you're gone, I'm just one step closer to shattering. My problem isn't making someone else fall in love with me, it's falling in love with myself. I've struggled for years to be happy with who I am, and I made the mistake of letting someone else try to make me happy, make me more alive. But how can I fault someone for falling out of love with me, when I have never even loved myself?