Who Has She Become [?]

Who Has She Become [?]

A Poem by Annebelle Ashire

Lately the reflection in the mirror of me,
Isn't what I expect it to be . . .


The image in my mind,
Is broken, at fault and alone -
But that's not what I find . . .


Instead I'm putting on my makeup and doing my hair,
As if I simply do not care  . . .


Oh, he taught me to hide it well,
Even from myself - I cannot tell . . .


Though late at night - sometime past one,
When the radio plays sad songs -
I cry until they're completely done . . .


I swear that's the only thing giving me away,
All the sad songs he dedicated to me when they play . . .


Each one carries a memory strangling every thought,
And then they destroy me remembering each time we fought . . .


This girl half - heartedly smiling back at me,
Is so unfamiliar - caught somewhere between her fantasy and reality . . .


She walks away - but I'm still standing there,
Will she be okay?
At emptiness - I stare . . .

© 2008 Annebelle Ashire


Author's Note

Annebelle Ashire
12:35 AM
3-20-08

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Once agin very relatable for me!!
I'm not sure but I think u may have been talking about a relationship but either way I was with a guy that made me unhappy & i did not know he made me feel that way till we broke up & suddenly I'm happier.
This is beautiful...My fave line was
"She walks away - but I'm still standing there,
Will she be okay?
At emptiness - I stare . . ."
I know this feeling very well & u express it perfectlly!
Great Write!!


Posted 17 Years Ago



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Annebelle Ashire
Annebelle Ashire

Loves Park, IL



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