Smokes and Mirrors

*Smokes and Mirrors*

I found you attractive, little did I know you're a disease

Like virus, you invaded my strongest defense and made it a vegetable

I thought you were doing me a favor,
I thought you were making me smart by causing me to question nature

But it was all a mirage. You made me loose myself to deep thoughts and bitterness

I just knew you were standing right in front of me
A broken mirror you've become revealing only my pimples and not my dimples

You tricked mum and dad into believing it's youthful exuberance,

So they paid less attention while you screwed me.

I know my birth scars have become a wound that torment me with excruciating pain, not on my body because I'm numb to feelings but in my head where I have more nerve cells than I can imagine

I see Osiris and he looks so handsome, though I've been taught  that he is a bandit.

But my present feelings have been pranked by cupid and I want to kiss him till I lay in his bed naked.

I want to regret knowing you but I'm not even responsible for meeting you

All I know is that you're a friend to the friends I know.

One called stress, the other called rejection

And they paid me a courtesy visit everyday just as my mixed feelings made them a bed and they came to live with me.

I gave you a wink and you raped me; a musty scent of love

You took me closer to mercury and let the sun scorch me till I melted

What wrong have I done having a flesh and a mind? What wrong have I done loving too much and having so little from my friends?

I have dined in the loins of aphrodite

I have gone on a stroll with what made Romeo and Juliet visit the Elysian before time

I have once enjoyed the beautiful voices of the birds in their nest and watch snowballs crawl into nature

These alone will make me fight you
and though it may take time,

I will surely get back on my feet and allow myself to love the things I once loved

One day, the mirror will make me see the perfect blend of my smile and wrinkles once again

Just as the smokes will reveal it's fleeting illusion

I know for sure that If I steal the bow from cupid and shoot myself with its arrow,

I'll stop seeing the smokes and my mirror will be as transparent as it used to be.

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Depression is a disease, fight it like cancer and live life like Hercules.


©Achi Gp Nuel