• crumbled_sheets 5w

    She wore my clothes,
    My skin and soul,
    Yet looked dusty,
    Little faded, bit dull.

    Stretching the sleeves of my favourite mustard sweater
    I wiped off the fog on the mirror.

    Now she stood there
    Glowing brighter than me,
    Happier than me,
    Maybe luckier than me!

    I wonder
    What would life be like on the other side
    Of these rusty metal frames?
    Other than mimicking people
    Of this sanity eroded world.

    Though the symmetry of my face is an exception.
    I reckon that world is more than just reflections..

    She smiled as I smiled
    She laughed as I laughed
    She sobbed as I sobbed
    She cried as I cried
    All night we weeped
    Untill we lay fainted on the floor
    Rocking each other to sleep.

    But one cursed afternoon
    I picked up the blade
    And placed it to slit
    My pain throbbing vein.

    She freezed at the sight
    But mirrored it too.

    As my hands shivered
    I looked at her
    She dropped the blade
    And disappeared forever!

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    Ascian

    She wore my clothes,
    My skin and soul,
    Yet looked dusty,
    Little faded, a bit dull.

    ©crumbled_sheets