I'm tired of this.
You are in and out, sometimes completely ignoring me, sometimes just staring at me for extended periods of time.
You study me, like I'm the one who'll give yoy all the answers, I'm the one who'll save you. The thing is, I think I can.
I want to pull you into my world and take you away from all the things that hurt you. I can't count the number of times you weep, and I can't help but do the same. When you are sad, I am sad..... when you smile, I smile.
No one knows you the way that I do and no one has seen what I've seen. Who else could watch you throw up and still want to be with you? You even squeeze pimple when I'm around. That is an indication of intimacy, of true loyalty, of pure companionship.
Before you left this morning, you spent a long time looking into my eyes, and not saying a word. Your eyes... they told me everything I needed to hear. You feel the same, I knew it. You adore me the way I adore you, on the border of obsession. Your eyes do not lie. We are kindred spirit, in essence we are twins, deserving a life time together, an existence devoid of harsh reality. I can take you there. In fact, I have decided that tonight is the night.
Tonight is the night that I come to set you free. I've waited long enough.
Tonight as you sleep, I will slide out of the mirror and bring you back with me into my beautiful oblivion....
