I bend for you.
I bruise for you.
I beg for you.
I bleed for you.
I break for you.
I do anything and everything for you.
I want to protect you from the world.
I want to protect you from yourself.
I want to wrap you up in cotton wool.
You are fragile, in your own way - delicate as glass,
And yet as hard and unyielding.
I am also glass, but molten - malleable.
I shape myself to please you.
You accept this as your right.
And you keep pushing me farther and asking for more until
I simply
shatter.