Glass Hearts

We spoke in fragments, like shattered mirrors— each piece reflecting a different truth. Your words cut clean, mine bled quiet. We tried to mend it with promises, but promises are brittle, they splinter the moment pressure comes. Silence stood between us, taller than any wall we ever built together. I searched your eyes for the warmth I once knew, but found only smoke where the fire used to be. I carried the weight of our broken edges, cutting myself each time I tried to hold on to what was already gone. And when it broke, I realized— it wasn’t the glass that shattered. It was us.

Some hearts don’t break with sound, they simply stop shining, leaving echoes behind, shadows in silence, and memories that ache long after love is gone.