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Horror of a Mirror
Your face is full
 Of frightening determination
 I’m not used to it
 After all of those weeks
 When you’d sit and glare. 
 
 I wonder what you’re going to do
 You’re beautiful
 And now you’re a raging beast
 Still gorgeous
 But filling me with terror.
 
 Horror runs through me
 Laces my veins
 I’ve seen you 
 At many stages
 But I’ve never seen you selfish.
 
 Delicately, you pick it up
 With a steady hand
 I’ve seen you at all stages.. But never selfish... I can’t believe you’re holding a gun--
 Pondering yourself in the mirror
 You break into a tense smile, and set it down again.
 
 Now you’ve left me confused
 What’s going on inside of that strange head of yours
 The one that has
 Glossy brunette curls and wide blue eyes
 That can sit and do her Algebra obediently.
 
 I know you’re smart
 Genius perhaps
 And you’re not selfish
 No, not at all-- your parents might not have seen
 The helpless bird sopping wet and starving... but I did.
 
 Unexpectedly, your mask shatters
 Into shards of glass
 Dripping from your eyes
 Stunning clear blue ones
 Like the sky on a sunny California day.
 
 You may not know
 For I haven’t known
 Until now
 But I’m in love with you
 Except you can’t see me.
 
 Your tears are beautiful
 But why are they there?
 I think you’re just tense
 I don’t know why
 You haven’t been crying over much lately...
 
 I still am wondering
 What you’re going to do
 But I can’t focus
 Anymore
 More on your long pianist hands. 
 
 That must be why you’re such an
 Algebra whiz
 It must be the classical that you play
 On that grand piano by the window
 Where the breeze ruffles your hair back. 
 
 You’re gazing at the gun again
 I want to snatch it from you
 That; and your strange idea
 It can’t be good
 I don’t want you to leave.
 
 The gun has been lifted
 Oh dear, how anxious I am
 The glass is fogging up
 I’m desperately scared
 Want to call 911.
 
 You look me in the eye--
 Wait.
 In the eye?
 Can you see me?
 My mouth has dropped open.
 
 Perfect lips pull back
 Into a dainty smile
 Leveling the gun
 But it’s at me
 Wait; what?
 
 Can you see me?
 Do you know who I am?
 Are you trying to save me?
 Don’t get my hopes up-- please
 Do you know that it’s possible to kill me like this?
 
 Shooting
 Shot
 Shatters
 Stars
 Silent scream
 
 –––
 
 You offer your pianist hand
 I gaze at it longingly
 Mine
 And yours
 Intertwined.
 
 Lost
 I don’t know how
 You can see me
 Because no one can see
 The ugly prince in the mirror.
 
 You’ve saved me
 I didn’t die
 You are will always be treasure of my heart
 I don’t think you’re selfish after all
 You’re just my personal personification of perfect.
 
 You’ve helped me up
 I’m free from my life-long cage
 I’ve stopped trying to understand
 I’m concerned about my proximity to you
 And
 How
 I 
 Might
 Kiss-- 
 You’re leaning forward
 I can’t help it
 Savior of mine
 I’m saved from the glass
 You’re not selfish after all
 But I am.
 
 And you’ve saved me from the mirror. 
 
 Thank you.

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