You didn’t just break a mirror today. Go Ask the shards of broken dreams . Which lie ebbing away on the marble floor , Painted crimson by your hands ; And you will hear them whisper, The susurration of the fallen . The susurration of truth . Heart them narrate A tale of the vanquished . For that is all I am , Vanquished . Spent. And Quashed . Like the demons of desire, Living a life of Denial, In your hooded eyes .
You didn’t just break a mirror today, You shattered the only abstract left in my shallow world. You shattered my occult hope ; An abstract alien to cynics , Of life , love and all that once made us celebrate our kind. But the reviving spirit , For someone who has everything to lose.
You didn’t just break a mirror today . You broke my silent mistress, A lover who witnessed more than you ever did. A mate who knew more than you ever will. And yet , Who Never did judge . And know these love , Its death will not wipe the slates of memory clean . For the bitter wine spilt last night; Has stained us . But also , Has reminded us . Of what we could be , but never will be.
You didn’t just break a mirror today . Ask the pieces of your broken image, That beg clemency from your shrine . A Shrine of solitude you have built for yourself.
You didn’t just break a mirror today , You broke yourself.