thursday's poem.... I was almost beautiful

I looked in the mirror today.
I used to think,
that maybe,
if I looked hard enough,
I'd find something beautiful.

(I almost thought I did, once.)

But that was back when you loved me.
Now, that tiny hint,
of what might have just been,
beauty,
is gone.

(Now theres only the ghost.)

Shes more faded then before,
the girl staring back at me,
with the haunted,
empty eyes.

(Nothings left.)

The flames are gone.
The sunlight is gone.
The heat is gone,
now there is just cold,
concealing darkness.

(Shes surrendering.)

She just wants to fade,
fade into the dark,
with the ghosts of old memories,
old feelings,
faded hopes,
and broken dreams.

(She fits in. Faded and broken.)

She feels,
as if,
she belongs there.
Nowhere else.
No light,
No love,
No heat,
just pain and moonlight wishes,
and a darkness that swallows things up,
and hides them.

(She wishes the darkness would swallow her.)

Shes nothing but a shell,
anyways,
a nobody,
a sad, lonely shadow.
Nothing.

(Nothing but a ghost of who she was.)

But life isn't it reverse,
she can't stop time,
or go back in it,
and stop things from happening.

(She wishes she could.)

She wishes she could have gone back in time,
and stopped herself,
from ever falling in love.

(But wishes don't come true.)