They are exactly like a mirror
that has been punched and
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
on the floor into p
                             i
                               e
                                 c
                                    e
                                       s
and been joined back
together

when you stand in front of them,
the create hundreds of different  incomplete
                                                                                  υoγ ʇo  ƨnoiɈɔɘlʇɘɿ

I fantasize about you
and that one night we spent

All I think about
is your body on top
of me

I fantasize about you
being deep inside me

Somedays I'd just rather
be alone than being with people
that make me feel lonely.

Other days I'd rather be
alone and unbothered
because I want to feel nothing,
exactly nothing at all.

as long as I don't talk about it , then
it never happened.

Tell me what it is
that causes my
unhappiness
despite having
everything?