Shattered Mirror, Scattered Pieces

When do you move on?

I smash the mirror with my fist 

Shards scatter on the floor. 

I glance at my reflection 

At the cracked mirror before me. 

My eyes are hollow 

Dark circles visible under my hazel eyes. 

My face is tear-streaked 

From crying my heart out. 

I was broken 

More broken than I was before I met you. 

You said you’d fix me 

A promise that had not been kept. 

Understanding was what I sought 

But rejection was what I got. 

I knew I have my faults 

I didn’t need your constant reminding. 

I know I’m not perfect 

And I will never be. 

We have loved each other 

Yet we broke one another. 

I have to forget the pain 

And let it all go. 

It was not easy 

But I know that it was what I had to do. 

As I continue to look at the broken mirror 

The hazel-eyed girl stares back at me. 

Slowly she turns around and walks away 

Leaving all the broken pieces. 

Leaving everything behind 

Finally moving on. 

Author's Note

I've just started writing again recently so my subject-verb agreement sucked a bit. Had a good friend proofread it for me. This is the final product. :)

Reviews

[Dayran]

On the ranch, a man may break the indomitable will of a horse and have him accept a rider. In love, we may do pretty much the same, to each other. It makes it possible for two people to open up their passions to one another and rely on it to represent their interest in each other. Sometimes its a little raw and we are unable to refine the experience beyond a certain point. A nice write about a good attempt!

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description made this poem come alive. Sometime we must stop and re-set a life. The pain and misery must be understood and left behind as lessons for us to be careful. I did like the ending a lot. No weakness in this amazing poem.
Coyote

[Inyourshadow]

Always love it when a mirror images our pain only the mirror is broken at the beginning so a myriad of possible futures walk away at the end showing the future is uncertain apart from at least it will be better without him, loved it keep em' coming

[Priscilla Sayers]

That was wonderful, a great display of both passion and rage, but then I love the rationality in this piece.
Great Write!!!