When I comb my hair in the morning
And I'm still waking up
I have to look in the mirror
To see a blank face
The one that felt your flushed cheeks
Slipped you a gold circle and beamed for weeks
Caught you at a table across the street
Playing with someone else's feet
I don't know whether to shave or to scream
Can't fathom betrayal, maybe it's a
Scene from a daytime soap on a rope in a shower
We took
And I look at the eyes once covered by your hands
To see a stone gaze
If I could smash the mirror
I would bloody it, and it, me - the symmetry
That would only make you ask what happened
When I fetalize back into our bed
At least you can beg curiosity
I'm all too desperate to crack our reflection
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