Love is glass

Love is a tool in life. It's a perception. Love is glass. it's transparent and sharp. Love is the window you look through to see your goals end and futures fantasies. It's the delicate blade that severs hate and fear from your mind. Love is a double edged sword. Where the window is there to show you what lays beyond the hell you live in, the more you lean in the more your desperate breath fogs and confuses the image. Where the handy blade releases you of unpleasant truths, it blinds you you of necessary evils. blinds you from the gaps and voids of evil around you. blinds you until you must stumble and crawl through the world just waiting to fall through the floor again. Love is like taking a shard of glass and stabbing it in your heart. You can't just take it out, or you will bleed to death. The glass may get twisted and rip through your heart. When it falls out then you have to heal or die. Glass shatters and though most of it falls out, little pieces stay in your heart even after your scars form and fade. Sometimes the glass is pulled out and then it feels like your really are going to bleed out this time but then sometimes new glass stabs your heart. It's bloody and imperfect. It's jagged and smooth. Love is glass so delicate and beautiful, and yet so cold and so sharp.