The irony of you

I came to you in piece

and you made me whole.

Then you shattered me against the glass

and watched as I fell,

in to a million little pieces,

each shrieking in protest,

for it has finally found it’s place.

Instead of covering your ears,

you laughed.

Story Time

All the words in all the books,

can never describe this:

Our Story;

A tale of forbidden love, half-lived lives

and unbreakable ties.

You will always have my heart,

my dear one.