i threw a vase

it smashed next to

your head

into a million tiny

glass shards

raining down making

small clinking

and trinkling sounds

on their way down

sparkling like glitter

but more deadly

i threw it in anger

your eyes looked

at me with

so much hurt

that i felt my own

heart shatter like

the vase i had just

thrown and you

cupped my cheek

and kissed me

before removing the

glass shards

and the splinters

you threw it

all out cleaned

up my mess as

usual and then

you turned to me

and said

'sorry' and really

i was the one

who should

have said sorry

and we both

knew it

and not deep inside

of us

but just under the

surface we knew

that you apologized

for me