Mirrors

I've never met another person Whose soul seemed to reflect mine so perfectly Keeping careful track of each smudge, and each line Perhaps my dear, This was the source of our downfall Over the years, our once bright and glimmering front got worn down We were labeled antique Our silver, cracked, incomplete Some light, meant to reflect Gets caught up in our cracks and the darkness within us Carves deep lines in our surface And we both have a fear of our dark