I broke a vase, A lovely vase,  
One that had held my flowers and called me pretty.
One that made me laugh and watched my favorite movies with me. 
I had never needed a vase before, but now how could I live without? 

I held it, caressed it in silent resentment. 
I want my flowers back, 
They were a gift, but now I needed them back. 
As I try to seize them, thorns rip into my flesh and I release.
How much longer can we both endure? 
My darkest dreams knew of a solution, but I was unaware. 
Crack it. Destroy it. Make it hate you. 
My words had turned into mallets, my actions into crowbars. 

And now only dust remained where my lover once stood.
My flowers felt soft in my arms, still fresh as the day I gave them away.