AaronTheRocker

Sadly, but naturally, it's the innocence of time.

I know I'm not your 'lover', but I gotta say something.

"I don't do drugs, but I'm addicted to you." reminds me of the song "Addicted" by Le Mans. Total 80s Hard Rock. Except their song is more... sexualized.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhaLh1CGFPw

Oh dang!...
That's a hell of an ending.

Reminds me of the movie Mother! with Jennifer Lawrence and Javier Bardem. But the movie is very much symbolism whereas your story is direct with a little extra 'filler' moments to add spice and wholeness to it.

Not too shabby of a writing.

"Expect the worst, hope for the best."
"Prepare for war, but hold your gun at ease."
"Just because you don't see the enemy that doesn't mean they don't see you."

That's what this poetry reminds me of. It also reminds me of 'The Warning'. An album from 1984 by Queensryche.

Not too shabby. Not too shabby.

For structure it is pretty good. Have the description of glass and the variations of each shattered piece in a unique and humanistic way.
I sense that it could be more concise. To get the words to stick some lines could be shortened such as an example,
"Some are bright and warm and happy
Some are alive, some are dead"

It could be,
"Some bright, warm, happy
Some alive, dead"

I think that would age well making it shorter with no filler or extra words.

To your point imaging yourself as shattered glass, along with the last two lines, it's relatable to the masses. Feeling useless ourself, but useful for others. Maybe we serve our purpose to serve others and not ourselves. Maybe we desire the want of approval from others, but tear ourselves down. Maybe we see more faith in others for the unknown compared to one's self?

See and hear it all the time. Stories of those who have fallen in despair and wretchedness in society, but still lend grace and help to those in need. It doesn't even have to be drastic. Just donating a couple of bucks when we/you are in a financial bind or volunteering at a food pantry is a difference of help.

So why help others when one's self could be or is lost?
Makes you feel good? Think good karma is on the way? Gain attention and approval? Make the world a lively place? Respect for others? Been in a similar situation?

I'm not sure. It's not for me to say. But I'm sure the individual doing such has a clearer answer.

Usually I have a speech written out when I comment on your works. This time I don't.
Not that I don't have words for you, but I believe that music can be the messenger - it's certainly stronger and more unique when put up against my words.

Two songs came to mind when I read your work.
I hope you take a listen to and find what you are looking for and encapture it in yourself.

Queensryche - Someone Else?
Glenmore - Take On A Shining Star

Gotta say I never had that red "romantic magic marker" on any sheet, nor did I want that either.
A fine story indeed.

Sometimes the sadness and emptiness we feel and think is exactly what we need. We aren't computers after all programmed to perform the same tasks over and over. It's a relatable position though that seems to be persistent nowadays.

Maybe it's just a phase or a search for a cure where there is none. We control our inside, but not the outside. Perhaps we look to the outside to fulfill the inside when we ought to measure our mind and reasoning for what and why we are. As for you writing this, the solution is probably closer than you think. You are processing the present comparing it to the past and now perceiving the future.

But, like the old saying goes, time will tell.

I wish you well on this journey of life.