You smell very
refreshing like
Febreze

you are now
Febreze cat
Now come here and
let me hug you

Record skips.
Repeats itself.
I sit in the corner.
That same note-
make it stop.

The room is dark
and blank.
My hands, covered in dirt
and blood.

You left me here
to die
with no light.
You are supposed to care.

You may have come back, but
I cannot see you,
I have clawed my eyes out.
I am starving.

My wounds fester.
Do yours?
Are you wounded?
Are you there?

The record skips.
I feel the room
shrinking. Rotting.
Help me.

Of course-
you don't.
Only help yourself
why not.

But I don't care.
I have something of yours
and it is dead.
Your gilded bird,
it is dead.

Its feathers
ripped off. I put them
in my hair.
A lovely
crown.

Its body
in pieces.
In my palm.
The blood
trickling idly from my
fingers.

Your bird is dead.
Twisted into a knot.
Once beautiful.
Now mangled, bludgeoned.
This makes me laugh.
Your bird is dead.
Like me.

I am waiting.
You are now here.
Hello!

We continue through the labyrinth
in my house.
We play games,
and hold hands.

We fall asleep
in each other's arms
watching movies.

But
that was a
while ago.

We still play these
games,
you and I.
We continue in a pattern of
complex plot twists and turns.

Stop spinning around,
you make me dizzy.
These games are
becoming tedious.
I miss you;
Let me hold
your hand
once more.

She's doing it again,
staring at me.
I try to look away,
but her gaze pulls me back in.
Every time I glance away,
her eyes move within mine.

I turn back to her.
She is staring into my eyes,
into my soul.
Her eyes hold pain.
They're wild, frightened,
yet warm, understanding.
The look on her face matching
my feelings: skittish and mischievous.
Her hair, even more wild than her eyes:
the colour of lightening.
I smirk at her.
She shoots it back.

We continue our charade for some time.
She just won't leave me.
I give up.
You win.
Upon leaving I found her name:
Reflection.

A lonely day,
in my bed.
Waiting.
Waiting for
hello.
I miss you.
Anything.
I'm sorry, she said.
Me too.

Before then,
we had nothing
but ourselves.
Laughter, holding hands.
Long deep talks about everything
and nothing at all.

My heart colder than the air of February
outside.
We didn't speak again.
At least-
for a while.

When she left,
my morals followed.
My head is lowered and
I am ashamed.

I have never loved another
quite like I love her.
Her eyes, lit the deep sky.
Her touch, could soothe the stings of one thousand suns.
Her laugh, seemed to carry my sorrows
away from me.

I see her in everything,
in everyone I pass.
Pieces of her.
In every song I hear,
a bittersweet memory.
A memory that stays
through my days and nights.
Her laughter is my lullaby.
Thoughts of her embrace
Shelter me from the cold.

And when it's time
for me to leave,
it's her, I know.
Standing at the shore,
kissing me sweet farewells,
and wishing me off.