Bunglesome & then some

 
Was it worth it?  I'm talking about my life, here  
and the time and devotion I poured into her life  
I Felt it was a wellspring of life for me (too)  
 
at least we are still good friends.  
 
Weighted,  my  mirror blinded me  
from reflections –  
deflected… inflections… interpretations…
or perhaps I just didn't  want to believe  
 
I fell last month and there was no one around  
to catch me and it hurt...a lot (still smarts).  
Damn, I am constantly licking the deep scratches  
that used to bleed bright now a sticky dark red  
 
[ Mmmm, the smell of metallic iron
smearing the red elixir meant for life
over my skin like a soothing salve of control ]
 
 
At the end of the tunnel  
I found light if but a ray
 to whisk me away  
to the next terminal  
where hopefully  
a friend waits to keep me
embrace me  
longer  
than the broken mirror  
that weighs me down  
here with false hope  
&  
tearful facade  
 
We will ever
Be friends and love one another. . .
 
my love, however,  
is  
like cheap perfume
doesn't go away  
right away,  
 
 
it lingers...