Our relationship was a heart made of crystal, so fragile, each of us holding our side. Then the lie from under my skin caused my side to slip. There on the ground laid the most precious thing both of us had, shattered into a million tiny shards, like razors. Piece by piece my hands began to fill with blood as I tried to put the masterpiece we had back together. The blood poured from my skin, and so did the one lie that caused all this. Now with scarred and bruised hands the crystal heart is held together, only by the remaining love we have for each other. Although there are still many tiny pieces upon the ground. Piece by piece we'll become closer to what we once had. But, when something is broken, then fixed, it's never the same as it once was.