Fragment Twenty Six
Who do you see when you look in the mirror?
A truth or a lie, I grimly wonder.
A swipe of makeup, to hide his touch.
A twist of a curling iron and a prayer that he'll love her now.
A brush of fabric against her skin. More delicate then his hand.
But can you see through this artificial disguise?
I know who I see when I look in the mirror and
I beg you,
am I truth or lie?
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Ruined
PoetryPoetry centred around the dark side of love in which the repercussions aren't always just a broken heart. •A collection of fragments from a life best forgotten• Copyright© 2018 Lillian Helene
