Reflecction

Reaching out, touching your hair, it's so soft, it smells like coconuts this time. I'm not sure which level of girlfriend hell you are yet but I pray it's not the last one. She was so proud, almost bubbly, confident in everything she did. She is beautiful; in a tragically broken way. Please tell me, end my darkness, answer me!? Which level are you, I must know, just tell me, I wont be angry, I promise. She turns to face me, tears in her eyes, pain and sadness streaking down her cheeks. She smiles, I know its fake, it has been for awhile, but she tried and that's all I ever asked for. I touch her cheek, wiping the tear away, tilting my head slightly to look in her eyes. “I am only me, undeniably shaken to my core by the hate in this world, frightened by the atrocities I feel, sickened by my own voice, maddened by my thoughts.” I stare at her, longing to ease her pain and fix whats missing. I turn the door and walk over turning around the one last time, smiling slightly at the reflection in the mirror.