The mirror in my room
It just stands there,
Throughout the events of my life,
watching me get dressed
and put on my favourite red lipstick.
Coming back home drunk
and speaking to myself.
watching me undress,
In the darkness of the night.
spend sleepless nights,
Scrolling through my rectangular screen.
watching us fight,
and the door shut loudly.
Keep shouting unless
There’s an obnoxious quietness.
watching me weep and cry,
And fall and pound.
watching me touch his hair
and lips as he talks.
watching me panic
as I spill coffee on my white bedcover.
It’s 2 a.m., and it’s still watching me.
The blue night light in my room,
Reflects and falls on the face directly.
My sleep is disturbed.
I wake up and turn it off.
Can you still see me in the light of the darkness?
Do you have eyes, or is it a reflection of my own?
