undecided

A Poem by c. bee

i am undecided on the name of this poem, or maybe the name of this poem is undecided ;)

We were but a parody of love
The way objects in the mirror are always a little bit skewed
Subtle enough to let slide
But the longer you look the more distorted it appears
Until the space between your fingertips and those of your reflection
Doesn’t sit right with your sense of reality
I miss the version of you that doesn’t upset my perception of the world