And she looks at the mirror
staring straight into her iridescent eyes,
where she used to find solace in
but never found one, instead
a glimpse of self depreciation is evident,
she almost throw up.

I want a breather
Because somehow,
I am at the point
where I'm tired of myself

Even with the noise around us
I could still pick his laughter
I could still see those brown eyes
shining, illuminating the dark
I can still touch him
I can still feel him
and I find myself
falling in love all over again
with the figment of my imagination.

I'll write things you'll never read
I'll express feelings you'll never notice
I'll speak words you'll never listen
I'll portray souls you'll never sense.