Love and Other Broken Things

One day I awoke to realize there was no you and me. There had only been my one-sided obsession, my declaration of love that had never been returned.

My heart was a trinket on your shelf. Nothing more. And so, the temple of glass I had made to worship you shattered, the shards dissolving into sand.

Those fragments -
now turned to dust -
were everything I was made of:
My desires and my beliefs,
my heart, my soul, and dreams,
my light, my lust, my love,
and other broken things.