mirror

my hair felt soft,

the morning after i had met you,

the warmth i felt,

in the rays of the sun,

were the reflection of your iris,

eyes so dark,

mine so light,

but when you smiled,

my pupils couldn't help,

the stretch marks on my hips,

were the traces of your fingers,

in the rib cage under my skin,

your presence still lingers,

my body changed a lot,

maybe that's why we don't fit,

you can't hear me,

and i still remember your voice,

i think it was all about the hit,

because i was never your choice,

my veins got alarmed when my eyes met yours,

preparing for the rush of blood that shot to my cheeks,

im glad we didn't kiss,

because they never warned my heart,

of the sheer emptiness of my mind,

that led me to bleed out.