what was it?

she looks in the mirror and asks herself what was is that you saw in me? was it a pretty face or a skinny body? or was there something more to it? she looks deep in the mirror with these questions wandering all over her head. she runs away from the mirror, from the image that she sees...runs away form it all. she runs to here safe spot. there she can be whom she truly is. here all masks come undone and are set aside. she goes to a box she keeps on her dresser. from within she pulls out a hidden picture she knows she should have thrown out long before. she can't help but look at the picture hour on hour..the picture of you and her..the picture where her heart was still one..the picture where she was still complete.

i wonder what was it that you saw in me? was it a pretty face or a skinny body? or was there something more to it? i wonder what it was because i wonder if anyone else will see what you saw in me. i wonder will someone else look at me with the same crystal eyes you did; and if someone else does see what you saw and looks at me in the same way, will they leave me just the same way too?

will my heart once again ache?

do i let myself go in so emotionally deep with someone else? do i put my heart on my sleeve open for him to break it? do i put myself though it all again - the happiest and carefree i've ever been and then that painful heartache? do i let it happen or do i sit on the side lines and watch the other girls be the happiest and carefree they'll ever be?