stifled in this house of mirrors thought my promised love was here my flaws become all too clear critical seeds deposited deep i can see them blossom here rose petals, swollen fruits but no pair in this house of mirrors cracked the case, racked my brain all this data, i need to leave it in this house of mirrors my confidence is decaying my ego grows tired, i lean into yoga realize my ego’s expired, my old life is over my stability is fading in this house of mirrors i saw possibilities in this house of mirrors i saw atrocities in the shadows of ambiguity, i almost lost me balancing beam, shattering dreams warped perception, endless maze biological embrace, removal of societal shame this house of mirrors lives with me today
You use your coded words, Building up my feelings for you. I never shared my secrets like that. Never said how lonely I felt, But now I don't feel as alone. You are there in my life. You inspire the words that I write. My twisted metaphors, My once empty writing, They hold you in them. You're there in name. You're there in comparison. You're there because i put you there. When a poet falls for a hacker, They realize that they can hack more than just software, Or bypass firewalls. They can hack our feelings, Bypass the walls we set up, And infiltrate our systems.
I'm at the time of writing this, seem to have found myself to have fallen for somebody, a rare thing that has happened to me.
Why, You ask, Use ten words When two will do? ‘Cos a pair is always eight words too few.
‘"The efficiency of the cleaning solution in liquefying wizards suggested the operation of an antithetical principal, which--" "Did you have to get him started?" Cimorene asked reproachfully.’ - Patricia C. Wrede, Calling On Dragons