Close your eyes
And seal your lips
Sew up your heart
And cut the thread
What's left of this love
Can no longer be
Be heard or seen
Be seen or felt
Or else it will waste
Waste away
To practically nothing
A nothing so cold
Cold, barren, and dark
Not dark that beams
But a dark that creates
Shapes and molds
Of a deformity so horrendous
Horrendously beautiful
Beautifully broken
A connection, so strong
Was suddenly shattered
Into perfect little pieces
Of glistening glass
Who knew?