Phone screen cracks

I'm not a real writer, this is just a coping mechanism. Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home.

Like the cracks in my phone screen, I see you in everything I do. 

Leaving someone like this really said something about you.

At least I can die knowing I never told you a lie.

I've given up worlds for you, but you wouldn't even give up a handful of dirt.

When you're dying and old, look back on all those you've hurt.

For now you'll live your life, alright with all those you've left behind.

Or maybe someday we can retry and start something loving and kind. 

But while you live, glance into the rearview mirror.

Realize that the things you left behind are much nearer and dearer. 

Forever, I'll be your mirror. 

Author's Note

I'm not a real writer, this is just a coping mechanism. Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home.

Reviews

[Angel]

Wow this one is probably one of my favorites out of your poems. I really like just everything about it. I like the whole mirror reference, it's really great.