Author's Note: Yep. Prepare to have some emotion… if I do this right. I hope this isn't a fail. I'm not so great with poetry… that's why it's free verse. I hope it isn't awful.
Broken mirrors line my walls
Shattered from the fear as he approaches me
I didn't mean to, I say
I didn't mean to hurt anyone
As if he cares
I will destroy myself from the inside out
If he does what he is going to do
Broken mirrors line my walls
Old, faded, covered in dust
I haven't fixed them
They should be left broken
There are things that should be left broken, because fixing them could kill me
If the glass slips the wrong way
And opens a vein
Broken mirrors line my walls
I remember what he said as he tried to
Do bad things to me
He said,
I am not the one doing this to you
He said,
I am the one saving you from yourself
You are the one who is doing this
I believed him
Broken mirrors line my walls
He was my friend
He was my love
He was my killer
Why do I not hate him for what he did?
Broken mirrors line my walls
He is back in my room
And he has seen my bones
He is screaming at the ceiling
Why did you do this? he asks the ceiling
Why did you have to hurt…?
He doesn't say my name.
Broken mirrors line my walls
I don't think it was him
Or me
I think it was The Other, using him as a tool for his work
Broken mirrors line my walls
And my broken corpse lies among the shards
Of the broken mirrors