I Write Poems
I saw you like a mirror image if myself, only better, one who could understand the complexity of my being and accept it for it was. I gazed deep into the reflective glass for nights so many nights, letting you see more and more of my frame. Eventually I reached out from my comfort zone laying my hand against the window that separated us. kept us apart and I let you inside. I opened the unseen door one I never knew was there before and I could feel you and hear your voice. your image changed into someone more beautiful than I.
and as you whispered with that sweet voice which still lingers in my mind, I listened all the while sharing even more of myself with this now living reflection.
all seemed just fine, the smile on my face was put there by your own, as I felt myself now mirroring you, but still holding onto myself.
then I reached out once more... and I cut myself on your sharp outline, the pain I felt but shook it off hoping it wasn't real. but oh it was real so real that even when the original wound healed and I reached for your edges again it dug into my skin.
the moment I felt the pain I got a glimpse of who you really were, the reflection we once shared now shattered like the rest of the mirror you hid behind. it never was a reflection it was a window one you hid behind fogged up by the steam of words you used as a disguise.
I stepped back feeling the fear rushing inside gripping my wounds when I finally realized you were never the person you lead me to believe. you were never even a part of me. you spun your words so thin they appeared true and when I shouted back at you for all you had done to me, you hold the window up to me and say, no, no, it was you who betrayed me.
with one last step towards me, the window shatters, the shards pierce my very soul as well as my heart. I fall to the floor, the reflective pieces all around me.
I try to speak I try to be angry and yet I cannot speak, the words they flee from my mouth but not outside instead retreating into my mind. I take out the frustration I have towards you on myself like a reflection in the mirror.
You leave me lying in the pain, as you now reflect me, saying how much I hurt you and you want to be away from me. as you step back into the once mirrored wall, I can feel that you never cared at all.
and as you whispered with that sweet voice which still lingers in my mind, I listened all the while sharing even more of myself with this now living reflection.
all seemed just fine, the smile on my face was put there by your own, as I felt myself now mirroring you, but still holding onto myself.
then I reached out once more... and I cut myself on your sharp outline, the pain I felt but shook it off hoping it wasn't real. but oh it was real so real that even when the original wound healed and I reached for your edges again it dug into my skin.
the moment I felt the pain I got a glimpse of who you really were, the reflection we once shared now shattered like the rest of the mirror you hid behind. it never was a reflection it was a window one you hid behind fogged up by the steam of words you used as a disguise.
I stepped back feeling the fear rushing inside gripping my wounds when I finally realized you were never the person you lead me to believe. you were never even a part of me. you spun your words so thin they appeared true and when I shouted back at you for all you had done to me, you hold the window up to me and say, no, no, it was you who betrayed me.
with one last step towards me, the window shatters, the shards pierce my very soul as well as my heart. I fall to the floor, the reflective pieces all around me.
I try to speak I try to be angry and yet I cannot speak, the words they flee from my mouth but not outside instead retreating into my mind. I take out the frustration I have towards you on myself like a reflection in the mirror.
You leave me lying in the pain, as you now reflect me, saying how much I hurt you and you want to be away from me. as you step back into the once mirrored wall, I can feel that you never cared at all.
