Wounded

Blood spills onto the floor.

I was better where,

I was miserable why didn’t you leave me there?

I deserve this hurt.

I deserve the pain, the embarrassment.

I am a disappointment.

I am heartsick and it is not your job to mend it.

Find someone full of life.

Just leave me here to die.

You seem cold.

I’ve been this way for years.

You’re too young to say that.

I grow faster than most people expect.

You seem tragic.

I was born with it in my veins.

You’re awfully pessimistic.

I’m never disappointed this way.

You have scars on your wrist.

I used to be sad.

You’re not anymore?

I’m not as bad as before.

You look at him like he put the stars in the sky.

I believe he’s magic.

You’re more innocent than you let on.

I have to hold onto something.

You don’t have to pretend to be strong.

I won’t be pretending one day.

Mirror: Part Four

We finished our coffee and we kissed and his hands found their way to my waist, then my stomach, then my breasts. I inhaled sharply.

“Is this okay?” He asked gently. I nodded in response.

“I don’t want to push you.” I smiled and kissed him again. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he carried me up the stairs. He laid me on the bed and straightened himself to take his shirt off, then hovered back over my body. He peeled his large shirt over my head and kissed my neck, and down my body. He was so gentle and patient. He kissed between my thighs and my legs opened for his like a book. I gasped and I ran my fingers through his hair. When his face returned to mine I felt down his body, he was so warm in contrast to my hands. I fumbled with his belt for so long I felt like crying. I’m not sure why, I get that that feeling a lot though. He kissed my forehead and laughed.

“It’s okay.” And he helped undress himself. When I felt him inside me again it all felt new, but it was still beautiful, we breathed deeply together, I pushed against him to try and place myself on top. He turned and held my hips so we never even had to separate our bodies, but I got up so I could face away from him. I was slower than he normally liked but I was still getting my rhythm back and I knew he understood, when I opened my eyes I found myself facing the mirror once again. I was the same girl I was that morning but I looked more alive, and it looked like I was dancing.

I miss the dancing.

Mirror: Part Two

I decided to get out of bed today. I placed my feet firmly on the ground and I stood up a little too quickly and my body hated me for a moment. My stomach feeling like throwing away everything inside my body like I wasn’t empty enough to begin with. I breathed deeply and slowly until it settled and I walked down the stairs towards the dinning room. Between our bedroom and there, we had five mirrors. Each one I passed I stared not at, but through. I felt like a ghost, I found comfort in that feeling. I was startled by a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see my lover and I felt full, for just a moment.

“Out of bed, and before noon at that. We call that progress, darling.” I smiled at the thought of not being a disappointment. I walked to the counter.

“Wheres the coffee machine?” I asked softly, afraid my voice may rattle my bones and force me to crumble once again.

“You smashed the pot last week, don’t you remember?” I didn’t but I didn’t say anything. He pulled out a French press and began boiling some water, and then sat my body atop the counter and pressed his face into my chest while wrapping his arms around me.

“I’ve missed you.”