Mine

A dark twist in the elevated notion of love.

Mine.

That’s not what love is supposed to be, 

but
that’s all that I find my self doing everytime I follow this shadowy path. 
It is always the same and a matter of time, before I start yelling 
“MINE”
from the top of my lungs. 
Don’t mistake this reflection for jealousy,
no. 
that’s the other side of the mirror,
the one with the mischievous smile. 
This side does not smile,
is never content, 
driven away by the demons of the ego and ghosts of superiority. 
When you don’t look, 
on your ignorance it feeds, crawling inside 
the walls of logic, 
each step another crack, 
another moment damaged, 
another thought tainted.
Run. 
There is nothing else to do.
Run, 
escape the explosion of glass, 
the cold shards of your conscience. 
But no matter what you do, 
always
remember
that you can’t hide from the beast. The crystal now lies distorted, crushed under a divided mask. 
The fog emerges from the frame. 
Too late. Run. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Alexanda Corrin]

Great poem! I love the beginning and how, instead of following the topic of love and sounding all mushy you elaborated on the darker side of ourselves that we don't really let out, or let anyone see. You talk about a topic rarely considered, really good poem too! Overall, I love it!

[Elizabeth Lowell]

That's exactly what I had in mind, you understood it completely :) Thank you very much!

[78Jon]

Spooky, sort of. Well thought out.