MIRRORS

Looking at the picture now, it splits in two. Like a

mirrior. One side see reflections, on the other,

nothing. No difference, yet not the same. Her's was

good. Everything was there. The love, the pain. The

things and people she needed. But the girl next to

her; was everything opposite. But like mirrior's, one

side is clear, the other side grey. She lived side by

side with the other. They told each other everything.

The thing's they'd done. The stuff they said that day.

The people they talked to. That was then. Now; she

faces a choice she must choose. But like her friend,

choosing is the hard part."

-- and she says:

Running in my mind are the happy and sad things,

Playing in my ears were the songs he use to dedicate

to me. The use to be pumping in my heart was the love

I use to give. The love he looked past. The love he

discouraged. The part of his life he made invisble

over time. And now, here he is making me feel

miserable when I should be happy. But why?..am I not

smiling for the things he says to me anymore. It

doesn't hype me to hear his voice when he speaks. No

more tingles when he touches me. No more blushes on my

cheeks. No more wanting, and yearning. Where? Did this

start...How? Did it stop...But he wouldn't know.

Comfort, I got. From whom? He may not ever know...

How much he use to mean to me, was it all just a dream?

Was he ever in my heart at all?...You know those slow

songs that play?...I don't even think of him when I

hear them anymore. He don't even take up half of my

day dreams. My love? belongs to me. For him? are these

few times we got left. I won't choose, cause I've

already been choosen. But it wasn't by him. No. By the

other. Most dearly, by HIM. Yet, I can NOT let you go.

Why? is there a hold on me I can't release? Why do you

still keep by your side? and why. Why do I stay? and I

look in the mirrior, to see the same girl that use to

make promises with her bestfriend. The same girl that

didn't want love to take over her life. The one that

wore blue instead of pink. I turn the mirrior over.

And saw nothing. Looking back, is useless. It's about

NOW. Not about forever and ever, but for now. So I

wait. And I take what makes me laugh. The simple

things that makes me smile and I forget what made me

hurt and cry.

-- And her friend told her...

"To live not for them, but for the little girl that

grew up trying to find herself. For she who made her

own lies. For she who took her own walks. For she who

chose what she's got today. For her, herself, and

her."