The two that faced vanity pt(1)
#4 of tears
I've been thinking about making poems into a story. If it goes well I'll keep doing so I probably made a few mistakes but it should be poem and poetry + story worthy just let me know what you think I might do a continuation of this one I'll probably give the two a name And this is based off of me I have vanity in me everything else...don't know...
In the morning all I want to see is myself,
When I look in the mirror you know what I felt. Finding it hard to believe that I love my own reflection than that of your seduction. You turn my head to your face trying to tear me away from my mirror but when you do you only see anger while your mind say's "_danger". _I look into your light brown eyes as you were stepping back you fell flat on the carpet still crawling backwards against the closet's fallen clothes bracket. I put forth my hand acknowledging what I did wrong. You look at it for what seems to be more than a minute, the you look up and graciuosly grasp hold of it. You have a look in your face like I love myself more than you but in all honesty I hate the way you think I loathe you to an extent to want to cause harm to you, you call it jealousy but I think the actual term is young vanity....