Mess

I told her, we're all just a mess an she would never see a mess that's put together like me, but I remind her, I'm a mountain she turned into an avalanche. Pieces of me have been breaking off that she keeps taking an never replaces with her love. I'm the Titanic an she's the iceberg I've crashed into. When I saw her, I became naive to believe the most beautiful thing could ever damage me. I became the sky at midnight with beauty to hold, but she's too tired to notice. I became the sun. They said, if you stare at me without blinking longer than ten seconds, you'd go blind. Maybe that's why she never could love me the way I loved her. I became a tragedy that turned into art an she was wrong. I may be a mess and it's complicated to clean up, but she should've known, not to fall in love with broken glass.