The eyes look back at me
through the mirror of my mind,
Heart broken but open still
left by her presence
in the furrows of my mind,
I cannot forgive, me; myself
being what I am,
This is the respect I created
in front of my own eyes,
I can’t bear the thought;
being with another
of my kind
This rekindled love affair;
was not what I had
in my mind…
This too, with a solitude;
which is often linked with people
of my kind…
I just can’t be happy…
why dont you kill me?
another question from the people
of my kind…
Murder she wrote, in the hands
of my destiny,
that will always be in the future
of my kind…
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