Did I not say
I am a mirror?
You can see,
but can you hear her,
crying out in pain?
She waits for you to look in vain.

You see yourself
reflected back,
but can you not
see past the black?
Behind that silvery veneer,
she waits for you to see her clear.

She reads and writes
and hopes you've listened.
She waits and waits,
a heart imprisoned.
Please peek behind what you can see;
she's begging you to set her free.

Looking close, a face takes shape
Beholden of a reverent dreamscape.
You see all that you desire;
she mirrors it in sweetest fire.

We exist
In the spaces between the lines
In the pages of a story
That we write at different times

We live
In the subtle phrases
In the corners of a poem
That we read in early morning

We love
In between the moments
In a way we can't quite say
That we know is far too dangerous

I love you,
but I can’t say it.
You will never know,
even if I desperately want you to.

All the things we never said,
go round and round inside my head.