that mirror
deceives me.

creates me a person who's skin
isn't myne.

i can't tell if you think my eyes are glass

or if you can truly see. i'll pluck them
from my skull- i would
if i thought you'd be open to the idea.

i'm tired of this light. this drama.
this overrated society
that tells me that high heels
accentuate my ass.

look at me laughing and running away.
i can't pretend to be that glass.
that mirror that you've dreamt of.
i'm too busy loving- flowing-
feeding my veins with the lust
that you've somehow sown in me.

i love you without the blood and safety measures-
always hoping for more.

-a.