You let her fall

It was graceful

That malicious decent into the unknown

The transcendence of her thought began with your mental scrutiny

Your harsh tongue flicked her towards the flame

Deceitfully rolling all optimism away

She felt desperate

Alone

There was no one there to comfort her spastic mine except for her own

The own fragmented memory that she wasn’t good enough

Who was there to consolidate her altered perspective except her own diligent thoughts

She glared throught the shifted glass, the glass that seperated her from the rest of society

From normality

The pressure built, her mind felt lapsed, she beat upon that glass ceaselessly

She beat until it felt as strained as she did

But then it was a mere image of the way you left her

She was shattered in pieces

When you bend something its slowly breaks internally until it becomes eternally broken

Broken like the stained glass in which you stand

A facade of false intentions is what defines you

You are broken

She is beautiful