The Other Side of the Mirror Never Smiles
By Rosei Simpson
I told you to smile when I saw you cry, and you did,
not because you liked me,
nor because you listened to me,
but because you knew I understood what it feels like to be half dead.
Life in reality without life itself is the same as being alive
but not knowing who you are.
I love the smell of the ocean but I hate the beach.
The sand on my feet reminds me
I’m alive and I can’t hide.
I told you to smile.
People say eyes tell a thousand stories but yours just hold lies.
When I see you I’m reminded of the overwhelming feeling of drowning.
Maybe that’s why I hate the beach,
or maybe it just reminds me of when I finally learned to swim
and no longer felt the sensation of my own emotions,
the drowning feeling I felt when they took their spot at the head of the table
and led the night with fake smiles and laughter,
the pain in my heart holds disaster but I’ve learned to live with it.
I’ve learned to love it.
The Sand on my feet reminds me that this is the reality
and for now I have to live with it.
So I told you to smile.
I leave you trapped in the mirror so I can try to live freely, but whenever I see you,
I see me.