My bubble might be too big for my small stature, and it’s fragile,
made of sugar glass and bubbles filled with anxious laughter.
If it's broken too quickly, it will shatter
and I'll spend years and lifetimes alone, putting pieces back together,
building my bubble larger,
putting my heart at ease,
keeping hard boundaries and short lived lovers.
But maybe I'm wrong
and you have taken your time to soften the fake sweetness around me,
and if you hold me tightly,
my bubble might melt,
softening into you,
Into this, into the idea of forever.