The Story of Us

Maybe I shouldn’t be here.

Then again,
Maybe you shouldn’t have let me come.

We sit,
Facing each other,
The awakening silence surrounding us.

‘Why?’
         You ask.

My closed mouth gives the answer.

‘Please don’t be like this’,
         You shudder the hushed air.

I stand,
Angry tears reddening my face.

‘What have you made me?!
         What monster have you created?!’

I pound the mirror,
Breaking it.

Breaking you.