Writing Prompt

You know what’s crazy? Love. Like, true love. Imagine having someone that’s EVERYTHING to you, that you’d do absolutely anything for. Imagine loving someone that you care about more than yourself, more than your own family. The one. Your soulmate. There are so many names for it, so many stories. But in real life? Actually experiencing that kind of love? How can one be so attracted to another that ...

**Dear My Mirror,**

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**When did you first start to break?**

**When did those first cracks appear,**

**Dancing across your surface like spiderwebs,**

**Splitting the face of the girl you hold?**

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**I think I recognize her,**

**Maybe before the cracks marred her features,**

**I think she was put together,**

**A level head and strong heart,**

**She knew exactly who she was,**

**And who she wa...

She didn't know

she had no clue

that I was there at every breath she took

My life wasn't mine

because it was her

I just observed

I just felt love

I tried moving on

but

all I could think of was her

I knew her type

it wasn't me

I knew her schedule

her way of being

I knew what she'll be saying next

and I couldn't share one single detail

because I would be a creep

I love her smile

I love her hair

I...

The mirror stares me down with a face I don’t remember, the face of a disguise, all hidden but my eyes. The mirror stares me down, tries to tell me who I’ve been. They say that it tells lies. They say it’s in my mind.

My mind knows every detail, every part of who I am. The versions of myself that I’ve drawn across my hand. But I don’t know my mind. Or what’s left of it to find—the tattered fabric...

i know every detail about every version of herself she has ever been

and ever will be

i know the way her hair is smooth and shiny in my hands

i know the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles

and i know the way her heart runs across the world

dancing miles around yours, wishing the bubbles

of you typing would appear on her screen

even if she says she doesn’t care

i know she does

because we’re the sa...

You kiss my cheek every morning

Your lips bright red

Your hair tied up

And now your brother is dead

An evening before

You wore dark purple

And evening gown

You got payed triple

The week before then

Your hair was woven

That very day

You got cursed by a coven

The day before

You were two-inches higher

That was the day

Your parents died in a fire

Keep changing, my dear

Good fortune will come

Thro...

I walk around this world knowing

I walk around this world seeing

Taking it all in

I know every detail about every verison of herself she has ever been

I watch closely as she lives her life

Waiting until the time is right

I guide

I teach

I show

I only want what’s best

I love you already

And I care for you greatly

I can’t wait to know you

I can’t wait to meet you

Baby girl...

**I know every detail about every version of herself she has ever been.**

**I had to know everything, or is that what she believed. **

**I knew her grade school best friend, just didn’t know it would die off in grade school. **

**I knew her favorite sport, just didn’t know it would come to an end. **

**I knew her favorite food, just didn’t know it would be simplistic. **

**I knew her easiest subje...

Beads of sweat began to form on the woman’s brow as she carried her water pot to Jacob’s Well. Though the midday sun was scorching, she feared even more the heated scorn that she would face from the other women. Going now meant she was not likely to meet anyone on her journey since the other women of the city came to draw water at the cooler part of the day.

As she approached, she noticed a Jewi...

She stands before the mirror, a shadow in her eyes,

A flicker of a question beneath the vast disguise.

The world has carved her edges, reshaped her every bend,

Yet whispers of another self call softly in the wind.

A version of herself she’d never thought to see,

A dreamer, bold and fearless, unbound, and truly free.

Not tethered to the weight of doubts the years have sewn,

But rooted in the coura...