The Mirror

It's cold out, the kind you feel in your bones, the kind that steals any memory of warmth, breath fogs up the glass,

slowly becoming more unclear, what are you doing here? digging up the past, of something that was never meant to last,

What is it that you want? Haven't you found someone else to haunt, with the promise of tomorrow, that never comes?

I can't remember the last time I saw the sun, the guilt has encompassed, every part of me,

regretting ever letting, some one like you, so close to me, I let you see,

the dark and broken parts of me, and you threw me out, into the cold, with so much as a look over your shoulder,

How dare you say you ever cared, but I should thank you, with the truth, I've finally bared,

the ugly parts of you, you stared into the mirror, in horror, you are the one who cannot accept yourself, and in your self doubt, you cast me out.