I thought if I stopped seeking true love,
true love would find me.
But I’m still lost and alone
within my own darkness.

Perhaps true love can be found in the mirror.
But I look and I see empty eyes.
Eyes that no longer dream of falling
into the eyes of another.
Shall I put aside the foolish
concept of a soul mate?
But I know they do exist,
for I see others with theirs,
and I long for what they have.

So the empty darkness
continues to expand
and engulf my heart.

I just dropped the mirror
and it shattered
into tiny, jagged pieces
that cut if I try to pick them up.
I don’t want another mirror.
I’ve seen enough!