what is it like on the other side of the mirror?

dear girl whose eyes are on fire,

I remember that night

so vividly, as if it was

stenciled into my left cornea,

the memory of

every second passing,

imbedded in the frontal lobes

of my brain.

you

stood under stars

that looked like

fireflies strewn together,

your cellphone

illuminating the

tears on your eyelashes.

the night sky

draped over you

like a blanket

turning your

droplets into stars,

hoping to show you

the beauty in your

despair.

a trail of

suppressed memories

followed your every step

and I couldn't help but

wonder who damaged you.

even though

dysphoria filled your

lungs with ink,

your eyes continued

flaming,

embers piling upon

one another

until they began spilling

out across your cheeks,

decorating the rosy color

with gold.

my hand reached out

and I placed my palm

flat against the mirror

wishing I could tell

you how I felt.

I don't think

a letter

can possibly

convey my feelings

for you but

I love you.

sincerely, the girl whose eyes are also on fire