Funny thing
about looking at
perceiving
someone through a mirror- it lets you be near them physically but
not have the proximity
eye contact forces. Looking at you through a mirror because
I’m not able to face
the darkest place in the blackest night
the sea of emotions swirling in the depths
of your eyes. Unspoken mutual understandings pass between you and the other person,
issues settled and problems brought up, but at the same time
I’m so confused. Looking through a mirror displays an altered reality-
things may appear one way,
but at a different angle, an afterthought glance, beneath the fog
things are entirely different
and the day I can discern clarity will be the day I am not broken, shattered,
reflecting fractals of light and image in misplaced directions.

Of course there are good days, where
I’m able to grasp at contentment by the tips of my fingers,
but
there's the lingering presence of bad days where
I can’t seem to look past the blurred intentions.
These realities presented by the mirror are
inseparable.
The sorrow only makes the devotion more amplified,
provides the context I crave in order to understand.
Gradually there is no need for mirrors
no need for emotional barriers
no need for the glorified injustices to be unsaid anymore
because my own solace is knowing broken is not obsolete.


I turn and look you in the eyes.