Glass vases.

On my way
Originally uploaded by MaRcO(s).

You're halfway out the door,
And I'm still here on the floor.
You've got be spitting and cursing,
Because goddammit.
I'm better than this.
And I'm more fragile than I'd like to admit,
But this won't break me.
I'm filled with cracks,
But it's all like stained glass.

Break and shatter.
Cut and dye.
I'll figure a way to make myself better.