She melts like molten glass
too hot to touch
she drips, she burns
breaking her doesn't take much

She flows like magma
fluid, never sure
blown to capacity
Volatile while she cools

They try to mold her,
melt the imperfections
but bubbles and cracks are beautiful
regardless of their reception

In her you see it
you see your reflection
so pure, so clear
it's almost deception

for years you admire her
so shiny and bright
sitting on your shelf
casting rainbows in the light

careless, you drop her
into millions of pieces she shatters
impossible to put back together
you destroyed all the parts that mattered

desperate, you try to re-melt her,
recreate the past
but it's too late
you knew from the beginning her state wouldn't last

frustrated, you leave her
a pile of reflective dust
it’s a pity you treated her that way
since you were the only one she could trust.