On being someone's forever witness while they erase every trace of themselves
I broke a mirror it was a grave sin
It cut me blood gushed down my skin
The pieces it left behind forced my reflection back onto me
You killed me or so it screamed, left me with just pieces ending what all I had dreamed
To show you a person better than you, to show a person made for you
You ruined it with just a slip of your hand
And now bloodied and guiltless you stand.
I can’t burn things like your favorite lighter, alike you I too am not much of a fighter.
You hurt, touch and talk while facing me I was your forever witness
And how mercilessly you erase your traces.
Hair trimmed, cigarettes lit, sin after sin you commit and at last you washed all of it with just a hand slip?
Now with blood and no remorse replace me before I become nothing more than a piece stuck to your foot
Truly to your “human” level us mirrors could never stoop.
Posted Jun 26, 2026, 9:55 PM UTC