she wanted me to break it

she wanted me to break it. and so I did. i took a pocket knife and carved the word hate into a tin cup of hope. I grabbed a hammer and smashed her glass heart. I let her mascara drip and her illusions die. I let her dreams fall from the sky, and I told her to give up. I chanted the word destroy over and over and over again into her painted skies, and I turned her into a weapon. now she kills the first to touch the remains of her love, that only love for hearts that ache and break so easily. I changed her.