Mirror

Loving you is like mirror

Stare at you is same with stare at me myself

Even though we hold our hands each other

I have not realized yet that there is a wall of separation between us

That is a clear glass as flimsy as our feelings

Either “Are you okay?” or “Are you a beggar?”, all is well

Because of too often to hear that

I wish, I could close my heart for the pain like I can close my eyes which I don’t want to see about

My heart is strong enough to face your insensitivity

No, I mean, you are pretending being blind

Sometimes I really try my best to forget you

But the time does not let me to do that

I give up, I come back to you again

Congratulation! You win.

Sometimes I encourage to cross the clear glass of mirror

Try to reach you or strangle your neck

It’s hurt too

Until the time, I don’t have to give an effort to not remember you is the sad part either

It’s okay if you were not there since you are in front of my face

As always in the mirror

I just have to crumble the mirror and make my hand gets little bleeding

I heartily am okay, but you are just pieces of the mirror

Your nose, your eyes, and your forehead which I liked are can’t be recognized

I put my left hand up to touch the mirror

“Who are you?”

While breeze is blowing, the reflection whispered,

“Sadness.”

Mlg, 27.03.15