I'm looking into my reflection
Through the surface of a pond
I don't know where I am-
There isn't anyone around,
I'm alone
I look at her eyes, and tell her,
"You don't look so sad,"
But I look deeper and see that
She doesn't have much in her either
And the wrinkles around her eyes
Are from screaming the pain her heart could not take,
Not from laughing-
Under the surface she is just as cold
At the bottom
As my heart.
I look at her lips and tell her,
"You don't look so sad,"
But then I see the wrinkles on the corners of her mouth
Are from frowning,
Not smiling
And I know she has been through hell
I know I wouldn't be able to see it
If I hadn't been through it
I see the tear stains on her cheeks
And know this isn't the first time
She's felt this way-
Her image ripples outwards again
Changing who she is for a moment,
As the tears fall
She remembers all the broken promises-
She throws a fist at the reflection-
Angered that she could have been so naive
And trusted she wouldn't get hurt-
And I watch in slow motion
as my fist connects with the surface of the water
And I feel accomplished that for a moment
I could make her exist
And cease to be
At the same time
When her image finally clears,
I feel like less and less,
More numb,
And so small-
And feel the tiredness in my eyes
As I look across the horizon as the sun
Gives his final warning to get out of the darkness
To save myself
From the demons that will surely roam free-
I look back down,
And she is no longer there,
Just a pile of dirt,
From a dried pile of tears.
And I know she and I both feel
Drained.
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