Rubber Glass

Your threats are broken wine bottles made out of rubber. You seek pleasure into finding those who suffer because of you. To this day, you remain remnants of what I wished I could remember, but now, I can see right through you. You said that if I loved you, you would love me back. You never failed to show great lack of understanding because that was never the case, it was always the hearts you tried so hard not to break – and when it came to me – you deemed yourself as free, even though it had never seemed like you were yourself. Perhaps because I have never seen this side of you. Maybe because you always tried hiding all the truth and all the good deep inside of yourself when I always witnessed empty threats and empty wine bottles made out of rubber. But I suppose the emptiness of the bottle is what made it valuable in the first place.