time may heal
but the wound remains

Sometimes I sit,
Staring at my reflection,
Noticing every minor,
Flaw and imperfection.

A mirror is an opposite,
A flip of reality,
A twisted, woven lie,
Of our actuality.

What we do not see,
On a mirror's face,
Is the flipped perfection,
We yearn to showcase.

We only notice what is wrong,
Never what seems right,
And that is a mirror's fault,
Altering our sight.

But it is just a mirror,
A mere, flipped reflection,
But everyone is filled,
With inner human perfection.

"I posted a poem,
So don't scroll past,
Read, like, but please,
Make it fast."

"I'm yearning for approval,
The attention of you,
Just write a nice comment,
What more am I to do?"

I've gone through the effort,
But don't give me my fame,
Because asking for your love,
Just isn't the same.

You whispered in my ear, “I’ll always love you”
I whispered in yours “I know”
We sat under the stars
We stared at the infinite, we spoke about endless possibilities
We dreamed
I reminded you of that night
You said you didn’t remember
You reminded me of all my mistakes
I reminded you of all my accomplishments
You whispered in my ear “I can’t love you anymore”
I whispered in yours “neither can I”