Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and Mirrors

 

Do you look at her

            As more beautiful

While I stare

            At myself desperate

In the mirror downstairs

Trust I put in your hands

            I reached out

And I can’t find your palms

                        Doubt and blame took

                                    The center ring

                        On whose left finger will it be

                                    Mine or hers

                        The lover, smoke or your mirror

Can she love you better

            With her heroic actions

                        Over my poetic words

Stuck, I can’t move

            You’ve heard it before

But again I reach

            Through the large pane of glass

Will I see you looking back

                        My fear is there

                                    Waiting for you

           In my bare skin

                       Completely open

                                   The next Monday morning

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Reviews

[Kali]

I love this poem. It has a lot of emotion in it and I think a lot of people can relate to a situation like this