Written by Jacob Ibrag
Watch me try to hide, Watch me try to fly. Still on
your radar. Still going low, trying to fade. Trying slay the
fear of hate. It’s been a while since then. We know better,
we’ve avoided the sin. No more pretend. Sometimes, I catch
myself staring at the corners of the mirror in front me.
Maybe you’re doing same. I close my eyes, walk through
portal in the mirror. You’re right there, smiling back at me.
It’s the only place we coexist. No changing or shifting, we
stay the same. Exactly the way we want to see each other.
Perfection. Isn’t that what caught us off guard. Said
we’d grow together, yet we grew farther apart. Biology
doesn’t stay stagnant for anyone, not even us. Especially
us. Love formed another room. It was darker, had paths.
So we split at the fork. We were done. Perfection is a
fable and it outlasted us. We are done. Check
please. Keep that portal open. I’m done.


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