Love itself is not perfect the way it is

Is it me or the mirror that's broken? Shattered? Green orbs staring at the mirror, with tears streaking down my alabaster face, dreanched in the deep sea of pain. I can no longer bear the brunt of my mind's scream, I lay on my bed unperturbed as the powerful memories of our love flashed its horrid end in my head.

After my first heartbreak, and some months of falling into...