Broken.
Shards of transparent hopes lay lifeless on the floor before me.
My wounded tears taint them so.
They dare not to come any closer.
Red.
The sweet thick, crimson liquid running in my veins induces fear into the demons that haunt me.
It is holy. It is not my own.
The fruits of a selfless sacrifice.
Cry.
For tears that crack themselves on lifeless dreams are worth spilling. drown visions in mirror liquid to add harmony and color to the pain that is life.
Rebuild.
Fall like stone that has been bruised for the sake of the builder.
Make a new self among the thorns that lay by the new creation.
Never let go.
My broken,
my beautiful,
my love.