The Broken Vase

When we found each other, I wondered what attracted you to a broken vase, the fervor of putting together the pieces of a puzzle or the awe of seeing light pass out through its cracks, I wonder why you stayed making me stronger, echoed my every laughter, whispered kind words for me to hear and still asked nothing in return, I wonder why I believed when you said you will never leave me or why I shrugged it off when you warned me not to fall in love with you, cause I knew we couldn’t, I wonder how I built the walls of trust around us and failed to see how you could possibly hurt me within the same walls, I wonder why you told me I should be the first person on my list and I wonder why I never listened, cause if I had I wouldn’t have put you above me, I wonder why i felt special when you told me you tell me everything and you never would want to lose me , I still search for truths in those lies, I still look for anything that would hide the burns, I wonder why you didn’t teach me to forgive and forget cause now I have to learn it myself, I wonder how you made a weapon out of my fears and miseries and used it against me, I wonder if I was struck by its blow or tumbled down on my own, trust is a slippery word you see, I wonder whether you noticed my ears bleed to the things I never wanted you to say or how my eyes started to recognize you as a person you promised never to become, I wonder if you are mad at me for never to have understood you, I tried and now I see that you are broke too, but can one broken vase help another?