Like winter melts into spring

Looking past this perfect illusion, some days were brimming with sunshine, some days were filled with raging storms. We could never find the perfect weather between us. No matter how hard we tried, the glass would always slip past one of us, hitting the cold floor underneath smashing us back to reality. Then we would both try to glue it back together, tape it back together but the cracks, they never healed. And it wouldn't matter how much of ourselves we'd pour into this glass, it was never enough. For drop after drop, as though working against time itself our love would always leak past the cracks. Who would have known that we would reach a point in time where we poured everything we had in us so soon.