I was the one
Who broke the vase
All its pieces
Shattered on the floor

And so I’m sorry
That you had to pick them up
And sort through the ruins
One by one

The first shard
Marks my mind
That is so twisted and locked
Lost in an endless labyrinth

The second shard
Marks my wrist
With scars that were never too deep
But screamed louder than words

The third shard
Marks my change
When you picked it up
My storm began to settle

The fourth shard
Marks my recovery
And you and I
Began to glue the pieces back together

The last shard
Marks my heart
For everything I’ve come to love
And this shard is you

And so I thank you
For changing the story
That is engraved
Upon my vase