Mirror Vision

Sometimes I wish I could get inside his head

Yell im still here but wish I wasn't

I'll call but he'll only respond cause he has to

I resist thinking of him, but his blood runs through me.

I have his eyes, I have his smile, and I have his habits of forgetting everyone and everything

I stare into the mirror and I see him.

I punch the mirror.

My hand doesn't throb with pain but my heart does.

The shards of glass disappear but his face is still there.

Staring straight back at me.

He grins.

He knows he has won.