I hate mirrors. I cannot longer find pleasure staring at my own reflection. There are times that I won't quit staring at it for too long; a very long lasting moment withoutpausenorcause that bends my will, that forces me to think to myself: "Look at him and look at you". As if by staring at the replicated image would allow for me to develop its understanding; "Look at the faces of the these men he cheated on you with constantly: look at their jaws, the accentuated cheekbones fencing the edges of their smile. Notice that light brown shadow contouring both of their eyes; don't they look perfect with their very lighted skin, and beard? Look at all those things your face is missing, you can't even grow a beard. Maybe if you could have, you also would've been abled with the possibility to hide, at least half of the ugliness he was ashamed to be seen with. Maybe if you could have been abled to hide half of the ugliness he was ashamed to be seen with, he would've seemed wanting to stay. Didn't he persistently request for you to let your beard grow? Didn't he continuously mention that all of his exes let their beard grow due to his request? Look at him, then look at you; attempt to find which part of that replicated image of a face is feeding your eyes with lies, is it your eyes themselves the part of your face that spread the rumors, or is it that persistent replicated image of a face the one who wronged the judgment of your mind? Look at him and look at you, how could he, if you wouldn't even settled for something like this? It looks sort of funny, doesn't it? It still does that weird grimace when it tries to smile, don't you wish you could've grown that beard to hide what made him feel ashamed to be seen with? He never seemed wanting to go anywhere with you, the few chances that you had, he would walk fast, always two steps ahead, always leaving you behind. Why is it too hard for you to understand? Are you sick in the eyes to see? How could he not be ashamed to be seen beside you, if you alone find yourself ashamed staring at the replicated image of your own reflection. Both of us hate mirrors, but you alone despite being abled to be seen at.

I started out with many, people said; I wish I would've believed. A mouth spoke, it said: "days go by, but yours are many". Then lost all of them, but one; when I got carried away:

That day I found a man out in the city, he spoke to me in prose, I heard; his skin was black like wrapped in night, I saw, he showed me, he skipped that part; said I forgot, I couldn't prove; then bargained for lies my days. His mouth spoke, it said: "days go by, but yours are still too many", then asked if he could borrow another one instead. He said he'll pay me back in full, just a few more days, then he will prove. I let him have the day he'd borrow; said I agreed, he went out, he took the days I'll be waiting too.

The trap was set, I now think to myself how could he fooled me? I was a prey, a game he knew how to play, so he played while I got played. I wish I knew back then so I could ran; But never moved whenever he pursued me.

The mouth spoke, it said: "days went by, but yours were many, how did the young whose days were many manage to loose them all in a day? I said that I got carried away, by the man who spoke in prose, lied and stole them all; people say I started out with many; I found myself a day away to have none at all.

I tried to say farewell, but I didn't speak his language. I searched for ways to say 'don't leave', but I didn't speak his language. I browsed the world; its lands and seas to web with lies the truths I hid. Then hid my tongue behind my teeth, and said I got no tongue but showed my teeth; he saw I lied, but didn't know there was a tongue, he didn't see a trail of lies I web and hid, a trail of truths I couldn't speak; and said I didn't speak his language. I dig a hole, my mouth won't work, ran out of words, they're underneath the tongue I hid, he didn't know. I tried to say farewell, I tried to search for ways so he won't leave but I didn't speak his language: He heard me said Goodby instead.