coffee stains

cracks

i thought this crap
feeling
doing
being crap
would stop
once and for all

and yet
here i am
staring in front
of the mirror
as the lights inside
grow dimmer

i grimaced
at the girl
in front of me
as tears start to fall
and for her
being petty

i turned the water
from the sink on
because her sobs
are getting louder
just as i realized
it's not getting any better

the skies
in my mind
continued
to grow hazy
as i still wonder
its intricacies

i touched the mirror slowly
as the glass
begins to get foggy
the girl, however
smiled bitterly at me
telling to set it free

because i suppose
i can turn things
into poetry
but i can't
make them
agree with me