The Two Of Us Poem by christina Evans

Looking into this mirror she saw there was nothing there. She has disappeared into the air. Her pale silky skin had dried up. Her hands had folded. Only dark circles had stained her face. All the boys she tried to love never loved her in return. Now she is in an empty bathroom unable to see her once beautiful face.

I hate all the things you have seen.
I look into those eyes and nothing is there.
I can’t replace all the delicate things they have stolen.
Oh, I cannot tell you things will be alright when there not.

What am I suppose to do without you now? She said, “Leave the money by the bed, because I rather be dead.” She turned away so very fast. She is unwilling to forget about the past. Her hair had been sold for gold. Her lipstick had been smeared all around her heart shaped mouth. Her black as night eyeliner was running down her cheeks. All the men that left her had left her into pieces.

I have blood on my hands and it won’t wash away.
I stared into her brown eyes and she is so unaware.
I cannot get back all those clothes they had taken.
Oh, I won’t promise you anything when life is unfair.

She went out on the streets once more. Hoping for something to live for and she decided to stop at a bar. A couple of drinks and she was not that soar anymore. As the high came down she looked around and ran off into the night. There wasn’t anyone there for her. She is too young to feel this broken inside. Her nail polished has chipped. Her innocence has been stripped. Her pretty dress was ripped. All the men she met were not him and she doesn’t know what do.

I want stop her from making the same scars.
I love her so much it fades into hate.
I cannot sell the hair you already sold.
Oh, I won’t pretend just for the sake of your delusions.

We are two different people, but sharing the same body. Every feeling is off balance and unstable. I tried to fix her once and it almost cost me my life. She is destructive and threatening.. She is everything that I despise in me. Her angelic features have become rough. Her dark secrets have been disclosed. Her blue veins have faded to black. All the boys that put her last in line will keep us last in line. She is back in the bathroom again and she smashed the mirror and the glass fell to the tiled floor. All the children went home to their mothers. She is not taken by any of this.


I watched her empty eyes stare at the wall.
I won’t succumb to her silent violence.
I cannot glue the shattered glass back together.
Oh, I won’t rectify the damage you have already caused.