I hold up a mirror and
reveal what you are
   and you lash out at me
It is your reflection not mine

    --- Magi

I stood there and took the abuse
But in my mind I let it become my muse
My veins are filled with all that you left
Venom and a planned theft.

Planned my escape to easier days
Let you see yourself in too many ways
Did you like it or did you hate it?
I knew you wanted to break it.

And so you did and when you saw me
Behind the mirror in my glory
Did you ever think I'll tell the story
Of how he truly likes to adore me?

The Dove, it flew,
Passed those it knew
Whom lived to hunt its hide.
Creatures give chase,
Each with great haste,
The Dove, it lost its stride.
It meets its end.
It missed the bend.
They hear the fledglings cry.
They need not chase,
They meet the base,
And the Dove loses its pride.

With the Dove dead,
Its fledglings fed,
To creatures of the night,
Covered in red
They rest their heads
Completely in delight.
Its spirit fled
By death it’s led
A story not so bright.
Its legacy said,
And sin it’s shed,
The Dove had lost the fight.

Beauty
By default
Is skinny,
Slightly fit

Stylish hair
Stylish clothes
Perfect face
Great personality


but there are ones
Who’s beauty is unmatched
In their hearts;

That with every beat
A smile
Is brought to those
Who dare
To look through
What shows
past the mirror

puffed lips, red nose
eye make-up smudged
but beautiful nonetheless.

with her heart in pieces
she looked up
at the only thing she trusted.

the only thing
that showed her the world
as it is.

one last glance
and she imprinted on it
a goodbye kiss.