Reflections

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We stand side by side facing the mirror that defines us.
Your eyes trained on me, staring in horror of who I've become.
I am damaged, I am demented.
You do not dare look at yourself though, not once.
If you tried, you would see that it is impossible to find you
Blind to your own disappearance.

I reach out for you
To hold you.
To comfort you.
To hide you away from these disturbing reflections.

Or maybe this action is selfish.
So that this time, I am the one who's held,
So that I am comforted.
So that these reflections won't haunt me.
But who really knows?
I don’t.

I hit hard, cold glass.





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Josika.Nav said...
May 19, 2012 at 1:06 am
hey! amazing poem! i like the fact that it flows even without a rhyme scheme. i also like your repetetions, they actually suit the poem. great work and keep writing! :D....oh , and if you could take a look at some of my recent poems , that would be awesome. thanks :)
 
Behind_a_Plastic_Smile said...
May 18, 2012 at 5:58 pm
wow 0.0 this is so cool and just totally stupifying the only this is idk wat u mean by "your eyes trained on me" but ya great! 
 
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