There was girl in she mirror,
Who looked just like me.
Yet somehow seemed wilder,
Her long locks free.

We'd talk for hours,
About my enigma of a world.
I'd tell her my stories,
My fears, my dreams.
She'd listen.
Silent.
Never sharing her own experiences,
Quiet.

Now I question whether she ever had any.

I met her again yesterday,
The girl in the mirror.
Told her I wanted to
Be
Not just anyone,
Her.
Rid of my responsibilities,
And in possession of hers:
None.

The next bit seemed only logical.
In I stepped;
and out she went.
Her smile feral, cunning.
Told me to keep her space,
Warm.
So I did.
For her heart did not beat,
Not like mine
And her skin was like cool glass —
No red tears pumping through her veins.
Not like mine.

A corpse, if I didn't know better.

So now,
From the mirror I watch
Her laughing, smiling
— pretending not to be an imposter,
While I stand in her small spot,
A caged bird.

So now,
Melancholy is my every breath,
Because somehow nobody acknowledges my absence,
Or the foreign presence amongst them.
No one notices.
Because no one cares.

I like telling you things that I won't remember saying.

I convinced myself that you were my missing puzzle piece,
the only one I needed to be entirely complete.
But then I realised I was wrong, you couldn't commit,
and I cannot force pieces together when they don't fit.

Often time riddled with questions and philosophies of those days of professor's lecture in college campuses, and to this day have not forgotten my lessons in those class rooms of social, or psychological behaviors.

Does truth always equate to goodness of righteous path,
Or is it the belief of one's faith that dictate what truth should be?

If so then does truth sincerely matter and should it be forced like mathematical equations with one singular answer, or come in terms that truth is in the eyes of beholder?

Like the internet sensation that brought debate of the color of the dress,
What is truth to you maybe wrong to others, so then does truth matter?

As grains fall from the hour glass,
I become more convinced that arguing for the "right" way is as much of a joke to those who see you wrong for your choices!

Sometime laughing at the indifference maybe the golden rules of life,
For lies, and truth is in the measurement of experiences!
Sometimes giving a warm smile is end all and be all!

Would the taste of joy be less sweet if we didn't experience pain?

Would success be less triumphant if we never knew failure?

Would the innocence of a child be less endearing if corruption wasn't pending?

Would the right to freedom be less powerful if we didn't experience tyranny?

Would this poem be less impactful if we could not find an answer?

Obscure sounds
Reverberates
Flowing through
The silence
It’s an Enigma
Waking the
Sub-conscious
Beautiful sounds
Voices ethereal
Time seems to
Flow by you
You feel submerged
In the waves
Of each note

There's nothing quite like falling in to bed with you.
I know that it's not the same for you, and don't think I'm in love with you, far from it.
But sometimes when you look at me with those bedroom eyes and smile that **** eating grin I am. For a moment.
Then, later when you're staring at me with a sweet smile I am for a few minutes.
But even still you stay elusive.
You've had my attention since you kissed me the first time.
Now you've become something I'm determined to figure out.

Don't think I'm expecting a love story, I am not that naive. I just want your attention, too.