Smoked Glass Hearts

Darling,
What was between us, was just glass,
But it was not what we thought it to be.

Transparent, but something askew,
Opaque, but something still there.
We kept burning it with flaws,
So we left the future to repair.

Incandescent screams,
Stabbed winks above.
Darkening our dreams,
I love how we once called this love.

Was it only our fault,
Or was it written in the stars?
Because we were never more than,
Little smoked glass hearts.