Mirror...

I can see everything. And others can also reflect in my glow. But from time to time this is not enough. I don’t understand how people can be so shallow sometimes. They use to fight over so many stupid things. Look at this beautiful girl how she leans toward her lover. Her eyes are sending straight signals, while the corners of her mouth are begging for a kiss. But there is so much vanity. He sees her. He can read every move that she makes and yet, he stands still. I wonder: what does he think?

“Go away!” she says with her eyes almost in tears. Those tears that are not visible, but they can be felt from miles away. They make her voice to slightly tremble, even if he is deaf enough not to hear it.

“You know I will! I don’t even know why you are asking me to.” �" I don’t believe either a word of what he says to her. Look at his fists. He tries harder not to punch a wall because he desperately wants her to make the first step. I am no translator…in fact my entire existence was only spiced up by all the people who were passing near me and were sharing a story through their eyes. I always loved to read sights. They never lie.

I want so badly to tell her to say something. You can’t ignore love. It is the only thing that can actually keep you alive. Your entire being. This is also the reason for which I am still hanging here, hoping for a better new story. I feed my old glass with love stories and I want to reflect their happy end.

“Why are you still here?” she says. “I know the only thing that matters for you is to…” �" she stopped. Damn! I can’t figure it out what she wanted to say. Come on! Say it. He can’t read you! Don’t let him touch the door handle!!!

“I am still here because I love you! And you were never able to see this! Your beautiful eyes were never able to see further” -…too bad this is only in my imagination. He only left that door. I know that this is what he felt. I could almost feel his heart pumping out.

I can see her looking at me and my old glass could feel her pain. It was a shallow pain. But she felt it.

I can’t do anything. I can only stay here and hope that the next love story will have a happy end. Until then…I am only a mirror.

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

"mirror-mirror on the wall"...if only mirrors could talk...

[Rachel Jane]

They would have so many interesting things to say :)

[Emily]

The emotion in this is really well written. I could almost feel it. Well done!

[Rachel Jane]

thank you so much :)

[Robin]

this is observance from the heart , of self and imagination , of desire and relation . Your voice is clear , as clear as the one mirrored in my own head .

[Rachel Jane]

:)

[.]

Love is a Sun in the heart.
I think it grows from the inside to out.

[Rachel Jane]

always :)