Glass Shards

Glass Shards

Theres a girl in my mirror

I wonder who she is

Your eyes are pools of emptiness. I can see the fine lines growing around them, as slowly you begin to break. Your face is blotchy and tearstained, hiding your anger that your books cannot show you the right way this time. I know you are feeling like I am- used, abused and invisible. It is so familiar the way you think yourself a fool for believing that one of these days he would start to see you. I could have told you that his eyes see no one.

Sometimes I think I know her

Sometimes I really wish I did

Your face tells a broken story of the lion-girl who fell for the dragon. You could not resist his smooth charms, aristocratic nature and of course, those sorrowful grey eyes. It was so easy for you to fall prey to his cunning manipulation and empty promises. So very easy to imagine that you could change him, mould him into your own. But now who is doing the moulding? And when he threw you against the wall that day, hot breath on your neck, your insufferable pride still told you that you were in control.

Theres a story in her eyes,

lullaby of sacrifice

And when she's looking back at me

I can tell her heart is broken easily

I see your eyes welling up with tears again. Your eyes hold so many emotions, feelings of love and hate, lust and shattered dreams. You think you deserve what you got, that it is your own fault you weren't smart enough to see it coming. But when you look into those grey eyes it blinds your senses. You still hold onto the fragile hope that deep down he has feelings for you, like the ones that you have for him. It was that hope which sustained you when he came for you again and again. Why couldn't you see clearly when he left you every time in a crumpled heap on the ground, with your soul feeling as ravaged as your body?

The girl in my mirror

is crying tonight

And theres nothing I can tell her

To make her feel alright

Its like you are addicted to him. You try to let him go and cannot handle the cravings. I don't blame you. Because when he smiles you can't help thinking that it makes up for everything, the pain, the anguish. Because your life would not be the same without the touch of his hand. Because in the darkest corners of your mind maybe you like it when he forces himself on you. Because you know that if you stop him having his way with you, he'll go and have it with someone else and that would break your heart more than he breaks your body.

The girl in my mirror

Is crying cos of you

And I wish there was something

Something I could do

Now I'm crying with you. I reach a hand up to wipe away the tears, and it forms a fist aimed at your face. Almost in slow motion your face shatters into glass shards that float towards the ground and stay there motionless, reflecting broken images. He steps into the room, feet crunching on the mirror shards where you reside. He smiles beckoning, I humbly obey. I can see you in the jagged reflections as he pulls you in close, the hot breath on your neck and it starts all over. You're such an idiot. I'm such an idiot.