don't read my words
you cannot imagine the limited creative sight that I have come to posses
I look at everything and I only see shaking mirrors
I am not creative, everything is just a reflection
broken glass, refracting pieces of puzzles that we never solved
spread out on the flood, just like you were
open for my taking and there is no mistaking
that I will leave this place

I can only exist as a cancer
that plagues your mind with each associated memory that
flashes by every time you walk past a mirror

I am limited to loving the things  that    **** me