The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror

Late Night Confession

I will never be able

to concede how perfect

I thought you were.

My mind always drifts back to you

and I become nostalgic with how beautifully flawed

you were to me

but no matter how flawless

you seemed to be

I could never tell you how infatuated I still am with you.

I spend my days writing, not because I'm obsessed, but because I simply miss you.

I apologize that I cannot control my feelings.

I apologize for feeling like you are the only person I want to tell my problems to.

I apologize for still wanting you to comfort me when I'm down.

I apologize for still... loving you.

I love you and I thought I could easily hide that from you...

But to no prevail,

I think that I'm hoping you will see right through me one of these days.