Narcissus
In love with your own reflection.
Drowning in a pool of tears
Of your own making
Ultimately yours,
Heart-breaking.

How I adored
The image you turned on me,
Burned into my soul.
I knew it wasn’t real,
Yet I yearned to hold once more
The man I saw and loved there.

You bore deep down
Tore holes in the gossamer of my dreams
Whose tattered edges
I still cling to.
The mirror is broken now and its shards
Have turned my heart to ice,

Whilst you continue to shine
Your blinding smile on others
Enticing them to the
filigree web where
They will struggle ensnared as I have done
Smothered, stuck, drugged.

Where I remained,
Pinned back with honey words
and promises that poisoned,
Endearing looks, your searing touch
That fill me still with an image of love
Distorted, toxic.

Two-dimensional, glittering
Hard-edged, lacking depth,
The only image you care for is yours.
Mirrror-man