The Mirror

All those hours
all those long lovely hours
of talking
laughing
whispering
quietly in the dark

thinking and believing
you saw me
it was me you were looking into
understanding
connecting with

how beautiful it is
to feel real
to be seen
to know you are not alone

how could i know
the pane of glass
how could i guess
to try and touch you
would be
hardness and cold

so smooth
reflecting every thought
emotion
movement
i believed in you
believed the reflection was true

but it was only self you saw
never me
only self
rehearsing the same lines
same stories
singing your songs
admiring your technique
it works every time

i am a shadow
you never knew
locked
behind the mirror
of your self promotion
the never ending quest
for the next fix
the next woman to snare

do you see yourself there
do you see what you have become
diluted
polluted
tarnished with the tears of
all those you have locked behind
the smooth glass of your
deceit

i am breaking out
smashing
taking the broken pieces
to wrest my heart
dig it out
bloody
beating a new song

one that doesnt hurt
one that doesnt cut
or rip
or tear
one that is true
the notes clear and sweet

the mirror will see me leave
but you will not
you will not know what you have lost
how can you
being always
on the other side
admiring the reflection
of you