Torn

The mirror cracks
your face is glass
staring up at me
but I can't see
the white lines cut your face in threes.
The precious cargo I hold inside
a million and one little white lies.
Stories told for no reason at all
except for simply a soft place to fall.
Can you read the fiction story I wrote?
Did you really believe all those words that I spoke?
All the "I love you"s, the false sense of hope.
You gave me your spine and I tore it apart
I ripped it to shreds along with your heart.