Mirror
You
I hate you
And yet I’m supposed to love you
I want to be rid of you
Yet I never will completely
I hate you
Why can you not change?
The same way men cannot move the heavens
You will never be rid of me
You
I hate you
I want my fingers to leave pools on your throat
I want to see frost on your eyes
Yet not so long ago
I would have saved your body with mine
I hate you
Yet they tell me I need to love you
For long I have held up your body with mine
Yet I still know nothing of love
You
Why can you not just leave?
Cure all my sufferings
And you too will be free
It is you, you
Who needs to die
Why yes, be my guest
Here is the knife, and here is my small throat
But can you? Can you?
You
I cry upon hearing your name
You, whom I buried in the ground
Are still reaching up with your small arms
And pushing away my destiny
You, who I’ve said are dead to me
Oh, why
Don’t make me cry
Tis not I, but
You
You
Maybe instead I will die
While instead you stay alive
No; I know I shall die
I know you shall be alive
Fall and rise and return
Where?
In you?
In me?
Yes, you
In us.