It\'s the nice guys
Who crush me the most
With tender hands and pretty lies
The ones who seem to know where the pieces go
And aren\'t afraid of my heart
Made of glass shards
And held together with razor wire and quick wit
The ones who snuggle
And hold hands
Who creep in slowly
Talking for hours
And asking about my hopes and dreams
Who seem to want to know me, intimately
Nice guys don\'t finish last
They just take their time
Wearing down carefully constructed walls
Always there with a hug and a smile
Willing to kiss away the tears
But when they let me down,
And they always let me down
It\'s a harder hurt
To excavate
Like having to dig with fingernails
From under concrete
I will never let you know
How much you hurt me
I will never
Let you see me cry.
Ever.