Mirror
I wake up and see her.
As I turn on the lights
the darkness stayed in her eyes.
I asked
"What are you, and what do you want?"
She replied.
" I am your biggest fear and I know all your serects.
I know your weaknesses.
You hate me, but do not have the guts or heart to end me.
Why leave me to live these miserable days here. I do not want to feel the warm sun on my skin
or even hear the birds chirp. The days I want to climb down the ladder into a
deep
deep
depression
because when nobody was there to give me a hand , depression gave me a ladder to climb down in the darkness."
I overlooked that, I did not care if she had so many flaws I loved every bit of her.
Her perfect imperfections.
As I looked away from the mirror.
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