Facing Mirrors
She bumped into someone she knew too well along the way
Her eyes spoke of times that had gone by
Asking why she stays
On a love corrupted by pain and a daily doze of lies
She spoke of love
For a person who makes her wonder if she still have
She spoke of yearning
For a love that makes her feel alive only to, again, have her breaking
Taking in all the insults and false accusations
They left her barely breathing
She's in such a worse condition
She wonders how she kept on trying
This person spoke of all her pain and sorrows
It knew her all too well...
It was only her reflection;
She couldn't bear to leave the love that left her uncertain of it's tomorrow
She spoke of it with such deeply rooted love despite the pain, its wrongful cause, and it was her worst kind of poison