Your love for me was like glass
Born of fire, moulded by a strangers hand,
Fragile;
Your loving words twinkled to the floor like so many stars
But all sharp edges and broken incompleteness;
And you left me to pick up the pieces,
Fingers bleeding,
And I saw my face reflected in the mess that you'd made;
Fragmented,
Damaged,
Broken,
I still haven't put myself back together.