Ceramic

From so high above me, there's no telling just how hard you'll crash or which will be the straw
that breaks your back. I'm sorry to pull that on you.
But when you fall, I'll be there to pick up the broken mess. I can't give your wings back if
I am the one who caused your fall.
Ask yourself I am worth all of this,
but please,
don't tell me what the answer is. I can't bear to hear that from you. So, if you go, you need to know that I'll never forget you. When the ceramic breaks,
I've lost you