her bane-strewn lips
practices misery
on my neck
like question-mark fingertips
wondering how lonely I really am?
as if her god-struck eyes
no longer believe
I am the victim..

the suffering shadows
beneath my eyes,
all wrapped in mirrors,
their only purpose is to reflect;
to pretend I understand
each layer I've revealed

I'll admit, you are my enemy.
I'll never understand.