I was a shattered mirror,
and although you tried
to find all the pieces~
the jagged shards of me~
you just couldn’t put me
back together again.
You didn’t have enough
skill and patience
to fix my broken form
so it was one complete piece.
And even if you did,
I would still be a mirror,
spider-webbed with cracks.
I would be an imperfect, glued
version of my former self,
revealing only fragmented
reflections of what I once was.
Some things are beyond repair.
This is a well-spoken metaphor, I suppose. Grand write. :)
Cassandra♥