The boy with the “Mirrored” eyes
Cold blues eyes,
That stare into your soul.
He says they show the truth:
Who you really are.
I look up into his
Cold blue eyes.
I was mystified
By his lies.
Those cold blue eyes pulled out all of my fears presenting them before me.
They make me feel empty.
I thought I was lost in those eyes,
Like they somehow protected me
From my fears.
But now that I’m on the outside I know what real warmth is.
Not his dark cold world that
Lays behind his “mirrored” eyes.
Those eyes pull you in,
Trap you,
And feed off of your warmth.
He told me they only showed me the truth
But those cold blue eyes
Cover up an empty
Soulless shell.
The boy with the “mirrored” eyes
Just wants your warmth
For he can no longer provide his own.
He closed himself off long ago.
Only venturing out when
His stolen warmth
Goes cold.
A girl tried to break his curse
Only to be consumed by it.
He made her feel empty
To fill himself up.
She trusted him,
Relied on him,
And he ate her up whole.
She fell back to old habits
To set herself free.
Free she is not.
Will she ever be free?
From the boy with the “mirrored” eyes
Or just a lost reflection?
Leaving just a shell behind.
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