the slightly shrunken reflection
finds my eyes,
smiles with my lips
reaches with hands like my own to caress
my face, as she tries in vain
to show me what I can be.
But I have vowed my way is best,
I've said I'd look no further than
the distance of my own eyes
from my task, and I swiftly break
the bond
like a precious chain around my neck
anchoring me to reason, to purpose.
Freed, I retreat into the cliches I know best,
my bitterness a swallow of whiskey long forgotten about
burning through every rope I ever used
to tie myself to
the girl I wish I saw in the mirror
so beautiful, so beloved,
so imaginary.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
the slightly shrunken reflection
finds my eyes,
smiles with my lips
reaches with hands like my own to caress
my face, as she tries in vain
to show me what I can be.
But I have vowed my way is best,
I've said I'd look no further than
the distance of my own eyes
from my task, and I swiftly break
the bond
like a precious chain around my neck
anchoring me to reason, to purpose.
Freed, I retreat into the cliches I know best,
my bitterness a swallow of whiskey long forgotten about
burning through every rope I ever used
to tie myself to
the girl I wish I saw in the mirror
so beautiful, so beloved,
so imaginary.