he asked me what is the best thing i have ever seen,
i took him to the mirror and pointed at him coz when i was with him i loved the way how i would feel.
'no, dumbo it's you" he whispered,
i looked in the mirror my dress was crippled up,
my hair was in a messy bun.
my eyes were shinning bright,
my half smile gave away its light.
ask me again i demanded,
he asked me again without exchanging glances,
i once again pointed at the mirror and said "its you"
he gave up and went to sleep.
as days passed by i would wake up to see him standing in front of the mirror,
"whats wrong with her" he murmured.
one morning i woke up to see the mirror broken,
him standing there with all of his demons.
i could no longer see his reflection in the mirror,
but i could see his shadow getting bigger.
if only i didn't boost his ego,
i wouldn't have had my heart torn.
it has been ages since i ever looked in the mirror again,
afraid to wake him up and afraid of the pain...
as i picked up the pieces of the broken mirror,
i saw my hand lose blood and his memories in my deep cuts.
