Face to Face

How long can I keep this up?

Lying to the image in the mirror.

The dreams and whispers for you, I no longer hear or taste.

Now, I sit here with that look on my face.

I rave for the both of us.

Wondering who will fight first.

We hate each other, therefore we walk right past the mirror.

We hoped it was a mirage, but it has always been the trigger.

S. L. Cline