She thought she was your mirror,
reflecting the light behind your irides
–the thoughts you don’t share.
She thought you would see
those golden afternoon rays of light
transmuting your worries into magic.
She wanted to be the mirror
that let you see through
the winter and darkness;
the one that showed your kindness,
the beauty that scares you,
the strength you ignored,
the spring and the dawn
–the warmth you thought lost.
She was the mirror
you refused to look at.
Today I listened several times to the beautiful and sweet song “I’ll be your mirror“ by The Velvet Underground & Nico. It always makes me think of true love, because the mirror is aimed at showing the second person behind their own insecurities, fears,… On the other hand, I often wonder if the reflexion sent by the mirror is true to the soul of the reflected one, or if it is what the person-mirror wants to see.