Cracked Mirrors & Cheap Hearts___________________& this is where she's at her most vulnerable; scent of alcohol escaped from her breath; bottles promising never to open up again. An ended romance with a razorblade, lying cold in a dirty wastebasket. Curse words are left from her tongue; that false sense of strength is gone.

& this is where she's at her most beautiful; fighting back every allure she's ever fallen for. There's a cracked mirror in the bathroom, where she sees the distorted image burning back. & she wonders if the world sees her this way; through cracked mirrors & cheap & biased hearts. It's stolen; all that's left is a forgotten shard of hope.

2 AM & still awake with misted dreams. The scent of a sensual rose dances in the room. Through broken cries & flooded eyes, she rises above all of them. She chokes the words out to whoever that might hear, "One of these days the mirror will fix itself. One of these days I won't be forgotten. One of these days you'll love me."