My Image, Your Reflection

You fail to see the obvious
And choose to see what isn’t there
You don’t see me for me
Instead you see me for you
Bending to your twisted desire
Responding to your perverted whims
Intertwining my life
With the one you wish you had
You defiantly degrade my dignity
Transforming me into a socially suicidal silhouette
The target of superficial empathy
All the while gathering hollow praise
And a shallow applause towards the dais

Your fervent search for approval from the masses
Masks a futile quest for accolades from just the one
So while they light candles in the park
And firecrackers in the sky
In honour of their godlike idol
I spit on the very ground you walk on
I curse the day that you were born
And implore the gods of yore
Supporting smiles on the surface
Spiteful grins in the depths
I know that you will never try to see
And the empty space within will always be

Fear

I saw the emptiness and nothingness that was my desire_
The sheer futility of my compromise haunted me until there was nothing but darkness_
A shadow of the light that once shone on our love_
And gave me the satisfaction of our company_
So I closed my eyes and accepted the glorified indignity of dwelling on savoured pasts_
All the while spiralling towards an unwelcome future_

Familiar Strangers

I thought he was mine, and I his
He thought I was his, and he mine
I thought we could overcome
And live to tell the tale
Tell the tale of an enduring love
The tale of a patient love
I thought I could count the days
Count the hours down to the last minute
Instead, I watched the lamp fizzle
Losing its light with each passing day
Drifting us apart with each gust of wind
I watched the darkness seeping in
And felt the cold that came along with it
And with that we grew into strangers
Slowly knowing less and less of each other
Until I knew that he was not mine, and I was not his
Until he knew that I was not his, and he was not mine