Her life is Foreign to the Touch

Her life is
Foreign to the Touch

Mine?
she says
no, impossible
Ill shall go back to bed
and awake as i once was

She sleeps
She wakes
But she isnt as she once was

she runs mentally
in circles
Who am i now?
a shadow
a shadow
of what i once was

In this hour of darkness
who shall still love me?
And who shall leave me
in all their falseness?

I dare not look again
to affirm
the distortion i saw
in the mirror

Instead, i shall deny it
she said
in order to be loved
as i always have

Deny
Deny
Deny
i shall erase it with my denial
erase
and leave but pink shavings
no one can read what has been written
it is gone
forgotten

my life is no longer foreign to my touch