Okay , so maybe my perspective isn't as clear as glass
It's more like shattered glass
A ripple affect
Their love was unexplainable and when they touch the vines wove their fingers . Everything had a name , the way their hearts stayed in sync , the way he stared in to her eyes as if it was her soul , the way he was so bad for her but she craved the good he gave , the way their love consumed eachother, and the way of when she fell he'd pick her right back up , she'd fall seven times he'd pick her back up eight. Saved her soul everytime.
Until there was no more saving her , No more coming to pick her up when she fell , she repeated herself once again"stop trying to save me , you can't save me I don't want to be saved" He finally got it , but for an odd reason he didn't care , I think he got tierd of saving her and since she didn't want to be saved there was no saving to be done.
Then he left and her perspective changed , it wasn't clear anymore it was shattered , a ripple affect... days wasted , nights ended picking up the pieces on her own , now there was a different name to everything.
The way the blood painted a pretty picture
The way her heart skipped certain beats
The way her anxiety kept her up at night
The way she felt like her life was a volcano ready to erupt
And everybody knows when a volcano erupts all it is , is dark burning ash and when the ash stops flowing it's empty. That was her soul.
Love for her was just a pointless shout into the void , love was Investing your fears into another person , letting go of your self pride and egos because that person was supposed to complete you . Take claim of your heart Not shatter you .
They had traveled the whole world over to every city every town , set up plans for their future lifes and in time they thought itd fall all in place , till the day she pushed him too far the day he walked away.. Now she was alone and afraid that his passion would be spent on a panzy he would call his girl or afraid when she lurked on his page shed find crap about a woman crush wednesday.
The new names for everything now turned brass , broken shattered like a piece of glassthe way when they facebook messaged eachother time to time lucky to even have a conversationthe way the thought of the sound of her name rolling off the tip of his toungethe sweet serenity of him telling her that he loved her one last time at least for now and the sweet saving grace of the memories of him always coming back to cry in sweet refrain clutching to her heart strings and playing them so swiftly like her favorite song . The way the stars didint seem to dance so happily in the sky..But it really was different this time...he didnt come back , the wind whispered lonley sounds as it blew around her , the way the raindrops hit the cement , it seemed to only weigh her down even more than she did it to herself... the pretty picture wasnt even a picture anymore , boys were just a distraction from what she really wanted.. him..There were other boys but never as tempting as his beautiful heart was.. his hands were once so sweet his lips were once all she craved , his love was what she had always longed for but she ruined it , she broke him pushed him way to far . SHE wrote HIS name on the bullet that was shot through her heart because he was the one holding the gun .
so her perspective is just shattered glass like a ripple affect and he sees the future of them together and shes praying time will tell.
