And you realize what breaking a pained heart that had never experienced love would turn into.
Something I had never felt in my life, he awakens a dead part in me and even though I know the terrible thing he has done how can I pretend to have no fault.
He was perfect even in his imperfections that's why I couldn't take off the blindfold. I never understood why every time I looked into his eyes I found broken piece I just wanted to fix. With him I was in a different kind of world away from reality, I had to pick one and because I couldn't really pick, I tried to balance them, now I'm stock between two worlds and I can never be a member of one and even if I fix this mirror the cracks will always remain and some piece will forever refuse to stay together.
I open my eyes in this endless void of pain seeing his imprint on me knowing we will never be but still I'm not broken enough to say I still love him.