It is a hasty
life
so they say

and I could not agree more.

The soft sighs of you
distract
the ideas you have of the
truth.

Lies to me
are
much too real.

Live in the way I know
and then
perhaps,
you may know me once more.

Sacrifice
is what I've heard
of you
and
she is too real.
And then in truth,
the mirror
cracks.