The Mirror

* An original piece of writing inspired by a song and a dream *

You're watching me constantly - I can feel it,
Your crystal eyes follow my silent movements across the carpeted floor.
I know that you stand there mocking me, for what I have become,
But yet I still remain drawn to your perfect, porcelain figure.

I often long to touch your untainted image, just to experience beauty once again,
And yet you do not run from me when I do so.
Infact, you wait for me, with that cryptic smile painted on your red lips,
Which never leaves your face, even when I turn away scarred and regretful.

I was supposed to be my love's light - but all I do is add to his shade,
I made him a promise to change when I get better - if I ever get better.
For it seems I've been sick forever - and you're well aware of this,
And still, you refuse to drink like a stubbon child.

My love, even though I know the difference between myself and my reflection,
Sometimes I cannot help but wonder:
Which of us do you really know?
Who was it that you fell in love with?

In the end, I know you'll continue to watch and tempt me,
Where each time the glass breaks, the shards will spray us both like falling snow.
The pieces will be too small to matter, yet big enough to pierce me,
And you shall stand here unhurt and watching me until one day, I breathe no more. . .

* Original image is not my own *
*Image Source: http://aliceindeadland.deviantart.com/art/In-the-Mirror-33230752?q=boost%3Apopular+the+mirror&qo=22 *