Shattered [Feb 2014]

Heavily stylized and "shattered" free verse style. What does it feel like to love and expect love in return only to find that it is unrequited?

On that day,
I was a window,
Impervious
to the wind, the cold mist
that drifted about us.
Your words though
were hollow
as they echoed
in my glass ears.
Your words of
honesty
struck me
as stones.
I could not
run away.
I was immobile,
as the cracks appeared,
Splitting
my cool surface
into tiny fragments,
which you saw through.
Your eyes saw
beyond me
even as I
shattered.