Glass Castle
When I first met you,
I decided to build us a glass castle where I would wait for you
I waited and waited,
but you never came
I grew my hair out before I grew tired of waiting
So,
I counted to three,
and smashed the door with such force,
the whole damn castle came down
"You're a little late,
Careful now, don't cut yourself"
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