Never To Cryptic

My hands aren't cryptic
Enough to reach into
The casket that my heart was buried inside
And I let my emotions
Get too strong of a hold on me
That even if I wanted to
I'd never be able to break free
Trying to climb out of this cracking glass
That's filling up with sand from above
When the glass shatters
I'm left pulling the shards
From my eyes
So that I can attempt to get up
And see the light of day
But this sand weighs of lead on my chest
Crushing my lungs
Giving me no chance to breathe the air I long for
My imperfections are multiplying by the second
You plucked my happy thoughts from my brain
And clenched them in your hands
And all I have left is the tears that are soaking my skin
Am I being too forgiving?
For letting you keep what you hold
Is it excuse enough to say it is because I love you