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?