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There’s a girl who mirrors my every move—    it makes me afraid of my own reflection. And if I’m biting time,   then please— _serve me a couple seconds_. I should’ve loved you better, much earlier…   so I’ll be with you in a second. Let me shield my eyes— watching you put on your armour, decorating your smile,  you’re a mouthful of colour. A love picked from the bunch,   too rare not to treat like a flower. First as a friend, protective as kin— even when your salty remarks  mistake pamper for _pepper_. _Your attraction_? In mint condition—      a treat like a peppermint. My skin’s a little tinted, my cries tilt a little sideways— __these long-ass messages__    just to keep you from trailing behind. Smiling beside you, you give me food   for thought, and a kind word on the side. It’s hard to find the genuinely kind.       _But you_? You’re a rare kind— the kind I’d hold on to, if only I knew how.
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 5:43 PM UTC
Reflected Kind
i believe it was a tuesday morning! i remember i had a reason to wake up - to squeeze the last bit of toothpaste from the tube. to get right back in the ******* loop. i believe i caught a glimpse of a child through the foggy bathroom mirror, laced with my minty breath. it felt strange... i took offense at his looks, the way he eyed me down. in his defense though, i had caught him with his guards down. he didn't say much, not that he did anyway. just nodded softly at me, whispered almost, 'alright! guess i'll be going then...' with a flicker of a smile never to be seen again. i believed at the time it was best for him to not see the light on my face go dim didn't realize then i'd pay such a solemn price; as I let him go, not thinking twice. i believe it came quite naturally to me - finding good reasons not to be. that day, i found yet another; it was just enough to help me see - the error of my ways... like a rat in a maze, how i end up reliving the worst of my days. i still believe i could turn things around. give the kid a reason to be proud. i'd whisper softly into the foggy bathroom mirror, 'we're ok, little buddy... everything's going to be ok!' i believe i could get him to say, 'alright... i'll stay!'
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Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 10:30 AM UTC
i believe