My mirror must be defective. It's flimsy glass must be full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. That must be the reason why the girl that everyone sees... Is nowhere close to the same girl that my mirror shows to me.
Tag: Me
Fragments
Fragments of myself
have been hovering,
Suspended above me
in my own abyss of isolation.
I’ve been trying so hard
to get ahold of them,
Repeatedly reaching out
in acts of desperation.
But every time I go
to grasp them…
My touch just pushes them
into the wrong direction.
11:45pm
Pitch black
and quarter to twelve,
we walked on the beach
barefoot on shells.
Stars guided
our path to low tide,
the oncoming waves
slowing our strides.
We stood there together
in the frigid ocean breeze…
pausing to take in
all we couldn’t see.
Lead Balloon
You filled me up
like a lead balloon,
but I couldn’t float
when I was full of you.
I would rise up
but then I’d fall,
because to you
I was nothing at all.
Fleeing
I am always
looking for
the broken ones…
The ones
who are
like me.
But who am I
to fix their
problems…
When my own
I try to
flee.
AO Poetry 