by P. M. Montgomery

Created on: May 10, 2010

Dark Mirror

Your tongue, the dagger that cut out my heart.

So many lies; soon truth became fiction and made me the villain in our war of words.

You ask for answers and I cease to even try,

Knowing the simple truth will not be believed.

When did I become the enemy?

Suspect at every turn, or am I a projection of your own soiled soul?

The tarnished mirror in which you see yourself and ashamed,

You attack the image that you see when you look at me.

My pleas fall on deaf ears; my tears touch not your heart of stone.

Where once your arms held me in tender embrace,

Now they cruelly cast me aside.

Tender glances have become darts of hatred,

Shredding my already broken heart even more.

The line between love and hate is so thin,

But when did we cross it and turn from lovers into enemies,

Wielding words as weapons designed to kill

Any remaining good emotion left behind?

My tears in the night are for what was; for what will never more be.

The lost you and the lost me.

Friends and lovers no more;

Enemies now and for evermore.

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