The Mirror.

I think of you every day.
Never pleasant in its way.
In the mirror I get to see.
My scars and your memory.
You know its been a while.
Since I saw reflection's smile.
I'd never know how you hate.
Not until it was too late.

I see the scar on my chin.
Feels as if its always been.
It still hurts to brush my teeth.
Knowing I left two on the street.
My eye never looks quite straight.
On account of the orbital plate.
You left a scar on my throat.
Resembling a row boat.

If the mirror fogs I may just weep.
After every night of broken sleep.
And to this day I fail to see.
Why you so hated me.
My heart was yours, my body too.
Even after the first punch you threw.
The red flags were there to see.
But like a bull I charged blindly.

Applying makeup I can hide.
My scars, my wounded pride.
I hated bangs but keep them now.
To hide the scar above my brow.
What you've done, such a pity.
My reflection used to be so pretty.
I'd lacked the nerve to ask you out.
A boy so beautiful with so much clout.

I'd see my dream come true.
Become a nightmare, thanks to you.
I'm still reminded of the pains.
Most often when it rains.
Forever scared to laugh or dance.
Too afraid to take that chance.
Break the mirror, I hate to see.
Because of you, what's become of me.