Asides

It’s like looking in a cracked mirror
flawed but beautiful, the same reflection
in different pieces
and she laughs how I want to laugh
and curses life in the same tune I sing
we are the same
how the sun and the moon are
   with all these little stars, bright as our
           intentions
inky as the secrets we keep
between the lines and the spaces
no back seat lovers, just loveliness
    and lonliness; scarred and shattered
broken pieces cut, handle with care
because her eyes reflect the sky
     if you remember it’s a mirror

Twice I turned my back on you. Two times I was so blue I had to kiss the red from others lips just to understand that those two colours made the same purple of the bruises I was covered in. Twice I was a reminder that the thorns of rose petals hide in unlikely places, that they will bite your skin drawing poison to the surface making your words black. Two times I drowned you in sweet lies, had you convinced that if the surface reflected it was pure. You saw yourself and I know you’re no saint so twice I was the alarm, going off a little too late.