The Stained Glass Window

Staring at the end of the hallway The stained glass windowed is etched into my mind, woah. Just another place to remind me What we had is gone, long gone. This was the house that got us through those moments of insecurity and self hate. You told me you would always love me, no matter what. I realize now you didn't mean it, you didn't mean it at all. You told me you loved me, what a lie. You were the one. Mr. Right. Mr. Wrong. Our relationship took a wrong turn, but I could get it back on track. I always could. Except this time. It was all too much. Staring at the end of the hallway, and that stained glass window that was etched into my mind is there no more. Beside the fragmented pieces lays a stone. The stone that shattered that window, and my heart along with it. I loved you. I really did. I was ready to marry you. You had other plans. That didn't involve me. Now that stained glass window is gone. I'm gone.