Cracks in the glasses made you curious, didn’t they?

You took off the pair of pink ones you had been wearing 

Since the day you had honestly met face-to-face.

He was fearful and didn’t want you to notice his imperfections.

Wait no, that wasn’t what happened.

Your eyes were tired of seeing through those focused lenses

And the cracks gave you the strength that you needed.

You rue the day he approached you with that look on his face.

You grew weary of the games that he played.