Shattered
Love is fragile like an anteque mirror that can break and shatter into a million pieces, that no one can pick up and put back together. If you try all that comes of it, is usless work and splattered blood. And yet the one piece still stands, the one that glitters in the light and provides hope. The edges are sharp, yet it doesn't cut like the razors you once were piered by, the ones you loved yet feared so deeply. You then strive for completness, but the only way is through the razonrs. So you plundge into the pile of sharply cornered mirror and begin to ignore the pain and blood that is flowing from your scared flesh. Your love redeemed from the darkness it once knew. Yet you forever recall that your love can stil be shattered from just one mistake.