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

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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.