Never trust the mirror,
for it only shows what's skin deep.
It doesn't show how your eyes sparkle
when you laugh
or
how your laugh
makes you younger in so many ways.
It does't show the moisture your lips
glisten with
from the anxious biting
nor
does it show the creasing of your brows
in annoyance.
It doesn't show the flutter of your lashes
as you fall asleep
or
the way your hair frames your face
as
you light up the world with a simple
smile.
It doesn't show the posture of you body
as
you walk
or
the look in your eyes
as
you stare at your significant other.
It doesn't show you loving
or
your fleeting glances
of
pure admiration
or
even your look of raw anger.
It doesn't define you.

i asked what you were up to one day
and you said "in love with you"
later you told me you wanted to be mine
you said a lot of things-
things i semi-believed
maybe because i knew better
or maybe it was because boys had said that to me in the past
and they left quicker than lightning kissing the earth during a storm
there were too many "maybe's"
but you did say you wanted to be with me
you left though
like everyone else
so i confronted you: "but you said-"
and you denied it and ran away