And every time you touched me, you took a piece of me with you. Every time you held my hand, kissed my skin or stroked my hair, I lost a part of myself to you. Because the more I fell for you, the more of myself I sacrificed. For it was a possessive love, a manipulative and controlling kind. And I changed so much of myself for you, to a point where I was almost gone. For I recall how we'd fought one day, then later that night I apologised to you for it. You kissed my forehead and said you'd try to forgive me. And that's when I caught the reflection of an unfamiliar girl in the mirror. She looked so weak and tired. Her eyes reflected nothing more than mere embers, where a wild fire must have once burned. And I wanted so badly to take her in my arms, to put a match to her soul and set her alight once more. But as I reached out to her, she grabbed for me too. And I gasped, forcing my eyes tightly shut, so I would not have to see what I had become.
(Later that night she threw some clothes and a load of matches into her suitcase. Then she stormed down the stairs and put her fist through the mirror in the hallway. And it all shattered to a million pieces)