Broken Mirror

You were standing there, in full motion.
In a rare stance, looking back at me with a glance but I'm feeling no emotion where I stand.
I think she's captured all my emotions in the glass.
I glare into the man who stares in fear of her breaking the mirror that's already broken in pieces. I tell him she left you broken so you could see you alot clearer... but the more I look, the more he begins to disappear...
Unfixible cracks instinctively appear to show his dried up tears smeared all over the damaged mirror through the blurry visions of the deep blue motion filled waves that stains his shattered glass eyes with pain from the past.
Waiting for someone to come near and repair his lungs with a breathe of fresh air and smother his smile he wears to hide his devastated heart that lies beneath inside that shines bright enough to light the entire city skyline with fireflies.

Deflecting off the mirror's reflection to reflect on my effection, all I can see in my reflection is rejection, that resembles choices...
Using my headphones to ignore the unclear voices and all the surrounding noises...
Until the man in the mirror with no emotion... finally rejoices.

Who is the man I see? Is he me? or someone I choose to be?

I was fragile and easy to break. You took advantage and broke me into pieces.
You will never fix the facial features that once featured...

As my love for you tenderly decreases, my love reaches out to someone who will innerly increase it...