In the mirror I see someone I don't want to recognize.
Someone's pain in their eyes are too much to stare into.
So I turn my gaze to something I can fix.
What about that pimple or hair out of place.
Asymmetry in my eyeliner.
She stared at me back and then a flash went off in my heart.
All of those lonely nights she endured alone in her bed.
Tear-soaked pillows and the longest nights.
Those times where she did not want to wake up to meet tomorrow.
A familiar stabbing feeling but so unfamiliar and grotesque.
I turned my gaze back to the mirror.
Avoided eye contact and distracted myself with the pimple again.
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Growing Comforts
PoetryA collection of short poems of experiences and emotions I have felt in the most honest way. Poems are very short so they are easy to read. Document of very human emotions in very rudimentary terms. Hope that this helps someone to understand that we...
