Looking in broken mirrors

i went looking for myself in you. and i never found it, because if i did, you would have told me, right?
you left. well technically, you were never here. but i liked to tell myself that you were mine for awhile because no other girl wanted you.
that's not true. but no other girl tried. because they were all scared.
i heard that you intimidated them, and i saw that once in your purple eyes.
your fists grew tight and your eyes grew black and you pushed my hand away from your midnight curly hair and i tucked in all the sarcasm i knew for you and hid it in my pockets. just in case i needed to pull it out and sing you some stupid phrase about how wolf like you looked.
and i could finally see what all the girls talked about when they said you had sharp teeth and razor blade eyes. but it didn't hurt. and i stayed, for a little.

i wanted to talk to you after they took me away. i wanted to see your face one more time. and i wanted to scream at you for leaving me and taking her. even if she wasn't yours and you weren't hers. i wanted to so bad.
you walked in with 3 inches longer of hair and a thinner waist than i remember. you were taller, and your wrists reminded me of mine. i thought "did he stop eating too?" just so we could have something in common other than our birthdays.
but you surprised me by seeming happy to see me. by wanting to know why i was there. and i didn't have enough time to explain, and i'm so sorry.
but that was the first day you let me touch you.

i met a boy i already knew. i couldn't decide if he changed or i did, and i know it was me because he was always the same before, even when a sandy haired girl with lies behind her eyes was by his side. and i decided i wanted him when i wanted you.
i don't know if it was second best or if i just felt so lonely without my wolf boy, but he beat you.
and i never wanted him to, but he did.
and now i don't need you anymore.

i went looking for myself in you,
but i found me in him.