They say the glass is never empty, only waiting to be refilled.
In this case, it has been emptied, then shattered against a wall.
No matter how much you try to repair it,
the damage has already been done.
Through the years I kept believing,
that you would return me to myself,
but what a fool I was to believe in anything at all,
for now I will never trust anyone again.
I cannot tell you why we drifted;
where did we go so wrong?
All those gifts and tears becoming lessons learned,
and it hurts so much,
like broken glass piercing the depths of my heart,
because I know that moving forward from this
means starting with saying goodbye.
