I avoid mirrors
or do they avoid me?
They crack
in my awkward presence
What will be, will be
My mum used to say
that; I’m not sure where
she heard it
maybe it was the T.V.
That’s where I learned
how things work –
who to be
what to do
Until I met you
Boy did you show me
what you wanted
me to be
Cuts and bruises heal
quicker than I knew
wounds from words
words from wounds?
They heal too
If you remember
to forget about them
hard enough.
I’ve lost track
You’re right
and
I’m wrong
always.
Every mirror is
shattered into a thousand
pieces
Yet you still show me
theĀ unfairest of them all
always.
I wasn’t reared
to want a fairytale
but I’d give anything
to be your
knight
in shining armour.
But I’m just a boy.
A boy
beaten
by a woman.
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