Defenseless

I want to stay.
I just wish I didn't break so easily.
Like all the glass cups we ever bought.
Slipping little glass shards through the rubber
down the sink.
You'll watch TV and I'll go to sleep and
we'll both try to pretend the silence
isn't the saddest fucking thing we've ever heard.
Your back is the most familiar longing.
I remember when who comes crawling back
wasn't the game, but a compulsion.
And the one time we met on the stairs
in the middle of the landing.
You coming up and me going down.
We hugged each other until sorry was understood
and I love you was a feeling with no words attached.
This kind of magic can last for days
while brutality sleeps.
But theres only glory in the morning,
and you only say sorry when I come back defenseless.