Reflection

By Kaylie Bennett

A girl so pretty once told me;

“you’re beautiful”

that statement was

Just

So

painful.

The one receiving didn’t feel the same.

The mirror shatters,

leaving the memories it once had,

awry.

Smiles and laughter,

beauty and grave.

The ones she loves

and the ones she adores.

Each shard reflects a memory

the good and the bad,

the pain and the sorrow.

“I love you,” the pretty girl says as she picks up the pieces. “I love myself,” I say as I put myself back together.