Mirror on the wall/Have you healed?

It was just last night
He dug into your skin
Tearing your heart to pieces
Wounding your soul to ashes
Like how fire consumes wood
Then he gathered the ashes in the air
And blew you out through the window
You landed on the tarred roads
You hanged in tree leaves
You sailed in the ocean waves
You were gone...supposed to be gone
But the mirror oh mirror on the wall
Have you healed?

You woke up in the morning
A tub full of water, bubbles of white foam
To wash down the sins of yesterday
A glass of wine by the tub and your favourite music
To dab on the wounds with rhymes of love
He needed you to remember it, the love
Scented candles rented the air, lavenders of peace
Stuffing your breathe you forget the scents of yesterday
Of fresh blood and sweaty blows taking over the air
You dump your body in the water and squirm in pain
“You look beautiful when you make that face”
You look up into the mirror and wallow in the figure there
A dark chiselled log of wood with packs of six tight abs
It excites you and you grin at the figure
Your triggers make way to the sponge and you squeeze it
The soapy water trickles down your bits of wounds, you whimper
“Careful it can be painful” dark figure in the mirror speaks
You stop and stare in the mirror, waiting for an apology
One, two, three years of never hearing it
You wonder why you're hoping it might come today
You spot the flower pot, a new one replaces yesterday’s
The one that cracked your head before you were a pulp
This new one, you give it a few more months
“Don't they look beautiful?” he’s still in the mirror
“The vendor said the flowers can heal...”
Have you healed?

You blur your eyes with soap sud, sink into the tub
And hope that when you open them again you will heal.