mirror mirror, i fooled you all felt you, feel, before your very fall i wrote your name with upon my skin let you feel the blood within and with my tears that fell awry it wrote your name against a white brittle sky i wrote you of fortune, and misery alieved my own private passion was worn upon my sleeve i cried a thousand words from my bed and in their ink they wrote a story we'd wed and it wrote how we'd founded a world untrue it wrote how i was a knight not worthy of you it wrote a nightime of lessons unlearned and it wrote a passion of times untermed. I cired from these tears as i stabbed at my breast these words i had wrote so clearly across my brazen chest under my left clavicle under my heart i wrote in the nightime - 'til death do us part' - and i picked at the blood upon me so honest and so true and every drop was blessed, with an ounce of you for no matter no what for no matter your name i still would feel your loss your rebuttal, your shame. and i cried ink stained tears across my cheeks and i wandered your loss not in days, not in weeks. And still as i write this with digital pen i wonder if i am me not now, but then my lovely, my wonder my wonderous show of how you showed me love so long ago. I sit with a pen and i wonder what to write my ink blots are messy and such a distaneful fright that even i, as a woman might seek light from the night. I whispher sweet nothings to myself as i cry with a teardrop so selfish, so rare, and i mean as tho i cry, from a world, so selfish, so rare. My nothing, my everything my world end in sight i long for you, play for you each and every night. Though i know you have left me half starved, beaten and cold, you have left my darling with a wiltering soul. All i did was try to love you that was never enough and what might it take for you to feel my love?