Strength

i.
"You're a strong girl."

I went so deep down that your razor words couldn't scrape into me. Being strong had nothing to do with the way I numbed the blows. Statue-like endurance was not cause for muffling the screams with a pillow. You didn't understand that I had never known anything but my own strength. You simply wanted me to lay my fragile glass heart in your hand so you could take care of it forever.

ii.
You kissed me feverishly, making my eyes close to the way it burned. I wanted to melt into the way your mouth felt against mine and give you everything I had to give. But it turned out that my heart wasn't made out of glass after all so I walked away without a second glance. Confused love was met with stony disposition and it was the most terrible silence I had ever known.