BROKEN

Those pieces of glass cannot be compared

The reason I mean that I’ve fallen on those pieces and got hurt deeply

This is the reason why I hate glass

But I love it because it represents our sensitive nature,one’s own subconcious reflection

Really? I never have felt such a thing

You will once you feel shattered

What does that mean?

I break up with you

Break up? You said it’s our date

Yeah, but I never promised you it’ll be lovely and happy

But you said it’ll be a memory

I mean it

This is what you planned?

Hmmn!

But why?

Because I felt I need a break

Break? You got bored

No.It’s just me with myself

Then can I expect a future with you? I mean when you find yourself

I can’t promise you anything now but hope we can become good friends

Friends? That’s absurd

Why?

Sorry, I can’t consider you as a friend

Why don’t you? It’s just like before how we met

No worries, Good bye

Why so early?

Broken inside, need time to get back to myself