Bella Imperia: The things I don’t say

Who am I?
What am I?
I don’t recognize myself—
this reflection shows a stranger,
someone lost.

Who are you?

Don’t cry…
Your heart is breaking,
bleeding,
split in two.

No…
that’s not true.

My heart is shattered.
My soul aches,
torn asunder,
fading,
withering away.

Now I see you.
I know you.
You are me.
But oh—
how I wish you weren’t.

Mirror, mirror on the wall…
Why did it mean
nothing at all?

-Bella Imperia