Mirrors

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

the 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.