Broken

Its started small like a crack in a window a slowly grew into a vein My love for you would be the end of me thus it was only the start. Days seemed to turn into weeks and the vein took the form of a spider web after you told me you were busy with your friends. I waited like a good boy would. Slowly years went by and the spiders web had changed. Ever slip and blow off had changed the spiders web into a shattered wall one more would brake me. You came to me in the middle of the night with him telling me it was over the glass shattered now i am broken. I retreated into my self for the longest time the shamed looks i gave the would branded me an out cast. I set alone at the lunch table looking at the people who i called friends but felt nothing i was empty and hollow broken smashed by loves cruel fated hand. Then I meet another and the glass of my soul seemed to fix it self slowly rebuilding. We feel deeply in love me and him as one we became and the broken glass was no more but a faint memory.