The mirror speaks sweetly
Telling me the story of kind green eyes
A heart-shaped face framed with curls
My hands run down my sides
and trace the gentle curves of a woman's figure.
A single tear filled with bitter salt
Slowly snakes its way down my face
Falls onto my bathroom counter
And dots the question mark I chiseled in with my eyeliner –
Why?
Telling me the story of kind green eyes
A heart-shaped face framed with curls
My hands run down my sides
and trace the gentle curves of a woman's figure.
A single tear filled with bitter salt
Slowly snakes its way down my face
Falls onto my bathroom counter
And dots the question mark I chiseled in with my eyeliner –
Why?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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