Broken Glass

It's the quiet in the middle of the night
that ruins me every time.
It's the way you appear with no warning
that stabs me like so many knives.

It's the way I can't (won't) let go of you
that drags me deeper down.
It's the way you can't (don't) let yourself love me
that leaves me face down on the ground.

It's you,
in every way,
that has left me
here like this.

And you
don't get to turn away;
I want you to see,
this is your mess.