I break both our mirrors
Spinning a web for myself
So I can cry alone
In my obnoxious self-pity
Waiting for you, for us, for it.

My glass only half empties yours,
Leaving reminders of me
The dregs of an image
I bought, but is sold in front of you.

The links in a chain I sought to sever
Waiting castrated on the sidelines,
The back burner
As a black hole of my own making
Opens arms to welcome me in
And then betrays me with a kiss.

Half-lit fears become stone reality,
Making my knuckles bleed.

Wake up to your own inadequacy
Before it is brutally forced upon you
And your eternal demons, laughing behind their hands
Come and wrest you from this indecision.


But I wave away these mewing imagined fears,
Delusions that surfaced in the shadow of beauty.

I will always be yours, and yours alone.