A-Passionate-Flame

with those three words my heart dropped falling to the floor as it shattered shimmering slivers exploding out [like when you dropped that coke bottle in the rastauraunt in mexico, remember?] and i broke. my mask fell to pieces right there in front of you. your words were like a rock and i was the window but i knew you have no idea because here we were in the hospital, you are dying [do you remember? you crashed. maybe your windshield cracked, etchings of fissures stretching their spindling arms out across the glass until BOOM it split into powder fine glitter. am i still talking about your windshield?] but just no