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In love with an image

I'm sitting here waiting for you
You said you were coming over at 7 PM
No show...again
When will I wake up and tell myself, this isn't right?
When will I stop stressing over you?
You're not that great, but I still want you
Why is that?
Why am I so attracted to you?
I need to move on
When you would look at me, I'd get goosebumps and become nervous
I would want to show you how dedicated & in love I am with you
You know that, but you never accept it
I'm dancing around my own wants and desires for you but fall flat on my two left feet
It's bothering me
I'm embarrassed and distraught
C'mon!
Show your face & talk to me
Make it happen!  
RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
Oh...wait
Yeah... there you are
I saw you peeking
Why are you looking all shy & timid?
Bring yourself closer
Ok good
Are we gonna talk?
Are we gonna talk about our relationship?
Silence again huh?!
Look at me!
LOOK AT ME!!
 
As he looks directly into the mirror he sees a person he thought he knew
Looking back at him was someone he believes is another identity, another person
He stands there dressed as a woman
This woman was someone he created in his mind
He had numerous conversations with her
He mentioned to friends, family & even co workers that this was the girl of his dreams
He would spend countless hours in front of the mirror talking to himself, believing that his reflection was the female he was in love with
Today was different
Something deep inside, gave him a sense that this wasn't something that made sense
He began to figure out that he was her and that what he conjured up in his mind was all a farce
He began to panic
He started to become much more agitated and violent towards himself & his reflection
He went to the dresser and pulled out a gun
He kept whispering and mumbling words together
Kept on by saying she's not real, I'm not real
He then pointed the gun at his image in the mirror
Looking deep through the mirror, angered and upset
He shot the mirror twice, shattering his other existence
He fell down to his knees crying, as though he committed murder
Realizing just minutes before that "she wasn't real"
He wasn't sure on why he did what he did
As he was emotionally unhinged, shaking terribly
He turned the gun upon himself
He fired once directly into his temple
He was dead

 
 
 
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