Without You (Lesbian Poems)

The Mirror

I am drawn to this insidious mirror,

That has wrapped its coils around me

As if it were a venomous python.

But sometimes its grip will loosen

And gingerly tease me,

Showing me of a past beauty.

A beauty that has long faded.

Deep cracks and crevices torment me,

Showing me of a present weakness.

Allowing others to see just how broken I am.

As the old saying goes,
I wore my heart on my sleeve.

What a grave mistake indeed.

My heart savagely ripped away.

My only lifeline

Shattered,

Smashed,

And ripped apart.

What once was a powerful muscle that scorched with love,

Contorted in smoldering pieces.

Bits that somehow still loved her.

Like a venomous python,

She wrapped her noxious coils around me.

Squeezing me of my life and love.

If my heart was my lifeline,

Then she was my salvation.

I lived through her eyes,

Her heart,

Her laugh,

And her body.

But I wasn't enough for her.

It broke me.

Crippled me.

My body showed of a war I raged on myself.

If this damn mirror didn't exist,

Then my pain wouldn't continue to bleed out.

Its monstrous tendrils keep me from looking away.

I'm forced to face my mistakes,

And relive my failures.

The eyes that stare back at me replay agonizing memories.

And the mouth that reflects back whispers to me,

Gently convincing me to seek an end.

My end.