Broken Glasses and Shattered Hearts

How long does it take to break broken glass until it’s broken beyond repair? How long does it take for avoidant eyes to finally learn to stare? Will it take long enough for glass to pierce my shattered, battered heart, Or eyes that will never look that way from the very start? Does it take a fool or a man to learn the terms of his death from life, Does it take a corpse or a coward to learn he was never alive?* Will there be enough time to figure out the unfigurable parts of my soul, Or will there be enough pieces to piece it back together whole? The eyes that see cannot figure out what remains to be seen, If it’s hidden from the world through rose-tinted dreams. The heart that knows that it cannot last a chance cannot help but hope like a foolish man, Hoping that one day, there will be enough broken parts to finally understand.