So the Mirror Breaks

[blackangeldeath]

The boy stares at the mirror,
the girl stares back at him.
He thinks she is perfection
but she is just herself.

The mirror is a monster
and it has consumed them.
What began as love
grew until both were blinded.
For him, the mirror showed her as perfect,
a thing he feared to touch
even though he could not let go.
But for her
she saw him as he was
and, more importantly,
who he could be.
They were both decieved.

The boy loved that
which he thought he saw,
but he never saw the girl.
The girl loved a boy
who loved her for who she was,
but that boy never existed.

Their love wasn't meant to be.

So the chronicle of their love
and the pain it caused
comes to an end
as both boy and girl
realized that the mirror
showed nothing more
than what they so desperately
wished to see.

With broken hearts
and tear-stained faces
the boy punches the mirror
just as the girl stabs
her reflection in the heart;
for never has the girl hated
as purely as she hates
the girl who got her love:
the perfect girl in the mirror
that wears her face.

Just as the mirror shatters
so too does the farce
that was their love.
Thus, it ends as it began:
with a tear silently shed
while alone in the darkness.
This, though, is not the end
of either boy or girl.
The sun will rise again,
love will bloom once more,
and, if nothing else,
the girl will have her peace.

And so the mirror breaks
as our chronicle ends.
Fare thee well, Love,
for this is my heart's good bye.