​​Don't break it, like the vase we knocked over in the basement.

The shattered shards cut your hands

As you tried to piece together what you could not comprehend.

The vase no longer holds flowers,

Because most things, once broken, can never be the same again.

Though we are both broken if what is between us turns to ruin,

I fear then we will become like the glass in the basement.

Beautiful as it is, our relationship can go bad at any moment.

The old cracks remain as proof of this.