Reflecting Failures

Unbroken, I thought nothing of hurting her.

Her presence, her existence hurt me

like a stubborn thorn
near my ankle;

close but never close enough to remove. I tried.

And I succeeded.

Seventy Two hours: the words she was so proud of;

I destroyed them.

I destructed time itself as I bought her.

And then the wait began.

I waited for her call;

I waited for my victory.

I reached the white, shivering figure in the rain;

my car a solid shelter against her.

She had unsettled me, winning her over had been a few days'
extra work,

but I knew when I had won;

I knew her weakness.

I

knew she was at my
mercy.

Getting out, I walked towards her; d

ressed in white, she probably must have thought to cut a
pitiful figure.

As it is,

she was simply an inconvenience I needed to get rid of.

You may think you have bought me. You haven't.

Here I am, cowering
(NOT because of you, but because of the cold),

Here I am, afraid (NOT because of you, but for Him),

Here I am, terrified (NOT because YOU rendered me homeless),

But because I know what it feels like to win against one,

And lose against the world.

He could only remain stumped as her words fell on him,

Along with the rain he detested so much since it reminded
him

Of how weak he was against everything in this world (that
really mattered).

Her threats,

his words,

her eyes,

Those tears that dissolved into the asphalt,

He knew them all

As well as he knew himself

He knew the truth of the reflections

That paced impatiently in the cage

Of his creative mirrors;

Irresponsible, unresponsive,

Unlovable.

Reactions/responses would be welcome

Hugs to all

Geet