Uncompleted Masterpiece.

It is about being reluctant about love but when finally experimenting, it goes all wrong.

The chemistry that used to flow has now sunken through my clothes and caused me third degree burns. I spilled our love potion onto the floor and screamed as the looking glass broke. Quickly, I hustled to the shower, being soaked with nightmares and the demons slid down my skin as the water came pouring down upon me. I'll stare at the bones that are now were my flesh  was and I think of how you opened my closet full of skeletons and tore me apart. As my guards went off duty, you pulled  the ski mask over your face and invaded my temple. You unlocked my safe, taking a crowbar to any padlocks I had left on this gate. I became exposed and all the walls crashed down. I'll ask this question and only ask it once, but what happened to the masterpiece we used to compose?