Poetry · Writing

My Enemy

The mirror can’t take it anymore

words so cold, so collect, so clean

honesty a waking touch

jealousy is more blinding than love.

And you could be my enemy

and you could be my judge

if you could start remembering all the time that you used up.

A remedy seeking harp

love lapping hands

if I could stop remembering all the time that you used up.

And you could be my enemy

playing both sides

shattering us whole

and you could be my judge

resort of truths

graveyard of lies

and will rest in the middle.

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