Dressing together, mirror lip-stick kisses
Mirrored kisses
self-reflection in someone else
Beauty I can never have, just desperate to possess.
When I'm not there, what do you do?
I know where you go.
A polaroid of a darkened club, clutching a J.D.
the other hand out of shot.
Concrete vision of the aftermath
the battlefield of a hangover.
Dug out trenches of smudged black liner,
that I applied last night with a kiss
And I realise a mirror can't be broken
if it was never there. No empathy,
just self-hatred
Because I obviously can't care enough.