You Found Me,

You found me,

a glass house of cards
ready to crack
at the slightest tremor
and we live in LA.
You saw straight through me
and entered without any forewarning–
you were never one for explaining yourself
(or defending your presence,
your persistence undeniable),
you’ve always managed
to hold onto this hand carefully
as if waiting to reveal
the winning royal flush—
Did you forget
you could break me?
That glass cannot bend or swell
unless pushed to its extremes?
It won’t roll or sway to protect itself
from the natural disasters of this life
and you, my dear,
are the most beautiful kind.

© Jasmin Michelle

(older but got some feedback and edited it finally)

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