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.