It’s so easy
A screaming piece of mirror
Always unfair
To love and hate
An ordinary déjà vu
A lightning rage
Crossing the sunny tides
In greasy pink
A past continuous
Liquid shyness
So unfair
Scraping my pupils
Issue for the
Shades in which it steps in every day
Black spots
Like when you suffocate
I’ve cut my self between my laws
And I’m not willing to return
Even though I’m sorry