Cracks,
On the once beautiful oval oak framed mirror,
From a hand that once so soft and tender,

Anger,
The fuel that runs this almost empty body,
Burning through my blood veins like a snakes venom,

Pain,
From the bruised hand that had a conflict with the mirror,
But even more from a broken heart that can no longer feel,

Or heal,
Ripped out of my chest, ready to be laid to rest,
Love is life's great test, one I have failed at I must say,

I Lay,
Here in a pool of my own regrets,
Swimming through memories I would rather forget,

Protect,
This delicate flower they call a heart,
Yet your promises and actions do not match,

Trust,
In man I can never, for their words and actions not longer match,
It was never love, for you I was just another summer crush,

Alas,
Here we are at last, with my bleeding hand and broken heart,
And all I can say is
Goodbye,