No One Snaps for the Mirror

You spoke poetry about seeing with your eyes wide open.

My heart is a window left wide open.

I am constantly catching a chill that shivers my floorboards.

My floorboards are my rackety, crackity bones that never seem to heal when they're broken.

Maybe I'll always stay broken like a mirror placed back together

My veins are the cracks running across my reflection

I never want to look too long in fear of what I'll see

It's like Bloody Mary when I was thirteen

I'll say my name three times and shut the light on and off hoping to see a different me

My heart is a window left open never closed

We are all left unclothed by the truth of a mirror

"Look past the cracks" say our lovers

"You are whole" say our friends

Yet we look for only a second, afraid to drop our mirror again

It's like a stubbed toe, or a bitten tongue

Maybe that's why the percentage of people who are sent to wards is low and that of the ones who return are high

Maybe we're all trying to find a high off of anyone, anything that we let crawl through our window.

I want to close that damn window,

I want to mend the cracked me,

But I can't seem to find a reflection that suits who I wish I could be.