leaning over the glass, falling into it
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the reflection hardly catches my eye
but it caught your soul, didn't it?
trapped in a spider-web of deceit
but no one else is lying to you
(I'm just that good at ignoring)
and your throat constricts
as you swallow your sobs
I won't say I thought of you
when I left, heading for conspiracy
but your words were left written
on the wall, beside my mirror
(right next to the calendar - it still says february)
but only because they glows in the dark.
I get lost in the night
stumbling over the shoes and trash
as my mind trips on its garbage
yeah, that includes you.
did you fall, running up to greet them?
the ones that gave you your confidence,
that smile, and the cool shirt I borrowed
(don't worry, I cremated it for you)
and you would be wearing the frightened expression
because they don't recognize you anymore
you always seemed to get that a lot.
yet I find you again, window shopping
as though that would distract you
from the fact that you lack money
or at least the currency to keep people from running
(failing calculus won't help)
but that's the kind you can't borrow,
just like my shoes
because I wear a size 10.
fairness isn't a factor
because they always said the world isn't fair.
I suppose you'll find someone
who fits into your neat little categories
maybe even your file folders.
and then your can sticky-label them
(the little pink ones for him, blue for her)
as long as they don't mind.
but don't worry,
if you find them, they won't.