Mirror

Sometimes I wish it was you instead of that mirror. I wish you could hear me, you could see me crying over you. Sometimes I wish all this never happened but then I realise it was one of the best things that ever happened to me, that I had never been this happy before. But it hurts me now, and what hurts the most is your silence. I knew it would happen, but I wasn't ready for this, not at all.
Sometimes I wish you could see how strong I act in front of that mirror, how strong I would like to be the next time I'll see you. But the only thing I see is that mirror. He knows me better than anyone does. He has seen my weakness and my hopes, my disillusions and all my tears. In front of him I tell my heart out, I tell myself to be strong, I get angry at myself for being so weak. It's like he could see through my soul and my messy feelings. I imagine you are behind it hearing me sometimes. I start telling things I don't even believe in, things I don't want to admit, that I need to move on, to forget you. I talk to myself, my eyes stuck in my own eyes. Oh I wish they were yours. As I talk to myslef the only thing I thing I have in mind is that question, a single question: 'WHY'. Yeh, why? Why me, why you?
I know I look ridiculous and honestly I don't know what I would do if someone saw me like this, talking madly to myself in front of a bathroom mirror, but it will never happen as I always lock the door.
I wish you could see how much you meant and how much you still mean to me. When I'm talking to that mirror, I feel crazy but not the good crazy way. I feel like a weirdo, but not the weirdo you loved. Wait, did I say 'loved'? Have you ever loved me anyways? Were your love words some words said just to make me feel good like all the promises and plans we had ? You made me dream and I'm thankful for this but now I got the message and I need to get back to reality.
Take care.