Shattered Glass On The Kitchen Floor

Shatter me.

" i was put on earth to find my purpose, to find a way out. yet i met you and my plans changed. "

pov 1: 

i wished nothing but to be immortal, to be against of all odds of society and to exist as a free spirit. a souless creature as some might call it. the world is so small yet so big at the same time. i wanna see the whole world, i wanna explore every place, and that one place is your heart. i wanna see all 4 corners of it in hopes i can stay there until you decide i'm not worth keeping, atleast keep me while winter passes. you wouldn't wanna see me frozen on your porch now, would you? you're like the snow, you'll be gone in spring. i wanted to find my purpose, yet i found you. i was a fool to think you'd stay for long, you gave me hope but you were only temporary. the anger boils within me like acid, i  wish to shatter each and every memory of you i'll walk over the now broken glass. the feeling of it beneath my feet is painful, it doesn't compare to what you did though. this is what you did to me. to my heart, to my pure, innocent soul. you call me your angel yet don't realize i'm starting to fall beneath my existence. my soul is hurting. its like you're suffocating me with your cold, frostbite fingers pushing down on my neck. your touch stings like alcohol on a fresh cut wound. if i asked you to die for me, would you? i call in hopes you'd answer, but instead the ringing keeps going until it reaches voicemail. i feel as if i gave too much of my heart that night, the night i met you. i wonder, if you'll even remember me on my birthday, or even remember my name. i better erase that inch of your soul. all i wanted was to be loved yet you acted as if we never had this thing others call 'love'. i still count the stars at night, in our favorite place in the park. and just like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again. even till this day, i imagine having conversations with you before i went to bed. i always wonder if i ever meant anything to you. sure, you said pretty words but now i dont know if you really meant them. you're not the same person i fell in love with. i still read your love notes over and over again. one morning i'll wake and this sadness will fossalize, i'll forget how to cry and focus on my main point in life, to find my purpose. i'm not afraid to die. unlike you. even if you couldn't manage to die, you're still dead to me. so now i must move on, this will pass and i'll be fine, temporarily atleast. yet i still hate that i loved you.

pov 2:

i'm sorry. i failed as not just a human, but as your partner, i remember promising that i would marry you in the future. i always meant that, yet i could never find the right words to actually ask you. i changed my number. so don't try calling me, although you still will. i'm sorry i left, but trust me, its for the better. i'm not someone you should love. i'll hurt you. you have every right to hate me. see, i love you, but love is something we can experience but never explain. the hummingbirds tell me you've changed your hair, i tell them i dont care while listening to them describing every detail. i feel as if i'll soon forget every detail about you. i miss you more than you think. i'm sorry i left you that night. i know you needed me, but i just couldn't do it anymore. it was getting bad, and i had to save you. i love you, my angel.

(DUDE I HATE HOW SHORT IT IS BUT OH WELL)