We are on the outside,
peering in
They've let the two-way glamour
of their muses let us see
The women, different faces
different names,
but all the same
She is the Hurt and Angry
She is the Left Behind
He's the one obsessed
with finding ways to let us know
that the stones they throw are not for us,
but to keep them safe,
alive
When the glass is finally shattered
He leaves Her among the pieces
and runs from skewed reflections of his past
and we all aren't shocked to see
He had already broken every mirror in his mind
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:54 PM UTC
We are on the outside,
peering in
They've let the two-way glamour
of their muses let us see
The women, different faces
different names,
but all the same
She is the Hurt and Angry
She is the Left Behind
He's the one obsessed
with finding ways to let us know
that the stones they throw are not for us,
but to keep them safe,
alive
When the glass is finally shattered
He leaves Her among the pieces
and runs from skewed reflections of his past
and we all aren't shocked to see
He had already broken every mirror in his mind