Flags and Glass

i remember the first time you got angry

it was the first time the red flags appeared

however my heart blinded me 

so any worry i had washed away

i pretended the flags didnt exist

that they were just a figment of my anxieties imagination

until the day your anger grew claws

and ripped my hearts blindfold from my eyes

then as im knocked to my knees

from the whiplash the change gave me

you took every red flag 

and jabbed them into my heart and soul

i could feel the already fragile glass within me shatter

to pieces nearly beyond repair

The sad part is 

that i finally glue myself back together

and the moment i even see you

your anger melts the glue

and breaks me more 

and more

and more

you see 

the more i see you

the closer i try to get

and the more of us i try to fix

the smaller the pieces you break get 

and the harder they get to repair

im afraid 

that if you break me 

one

more

time

i may be gone for good