Mirror, Mirror What Mistress Is Distracting Him

 
your calculated mirror of my soul
shatter my illusions of us
in my dappled shadows, I cry
bleeding my pain

you watch on in a detached kind of way
I could tell by the look in your eyes you were disconnected
you didn't feel any of it
and I wondered when it happened
you stopped feeling me

I feel so ineffectual
late-night caresses turned into something cold
a thousand mistresses to sway
my touch no longer moved you

you long for something exotic
and I was no longer new
but I knew I could blow your mind if given a chance

with a no-entry sign, you denied me
with my heart in my stomach
I break a little more

little comfort is the knowledge
you will feel me again