looking into the mirror

always reminded me

of who i was not

my perception shatters

everytime I look into my own eyes

 

my fingers numb

from gripping the pen too hard

desperately trying to make sense of my surroundings

left with too many questions

barely any answers

 

photographs scatter my hardwood floor

bottles of hennessy line my dresser

as if creating a wall 

they stare back at me

for what seems forever

 

your face

ignites my cigarette of regret

it lights and i take a few puffs

I throw it onto the floor

next to the two hearts that lay beside the flame

one mine, both yours.