MAN IN THE MIRROR

I'm learning to hate the man in the mirror... He looks like me but he is nothing like me... He has a sorry sad face that is unfathomable.... Her lips pouty and almost ready to crack a smile... He looks tired... His eyes black and heavy... Covered by dark glasses....

He looks bored and hopeless... Has nothing to leave for... He is in good clothes... Condition... Skin dry... He has a bald head.... And a potbelly he doesn't even need... I hate this man I see in the mirror....His reflection is sadonic ... Almost giving up....

He stands erect... But he seems to be covered in thought... His skin color pale his hairline lost... I want to hear him speak... He must be foreign.... His finger nails clean his heart seem pure... But I hate this man I see in the mirror..

His face hairy.... Height short and thinner... Slender than yesterday... He seems lost.... The atmosphere around him gives the contrast of life... Maybe he is yerning to learn... Get this man a teacher....I don't know what he smells like... Maybe he puts on Shirley's or adidas... His watch expensive his shoes big.... His shoulder coming together... Almost touching... I want to know this man... But I'm learning to hate him.....

Maybe he has my story from his world... Maybe I have a story for my world that is his... He looks like he can take a long nap... Or holiday from his own life... I hate this man in the mirror.... Somebody please... Should I break the glass to keep him off from staring... Lame excuses... He is far away from staring at me... He is looking at something I can't see... Is this me or me in his world? I hate this man... He looks needy....

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WITTY

WITTY in the last poem I wrote I told you the next shall be a poem with your name.... I have a longing in my heart.... The same sensation almost everyone has in their loin....I have a longing in my hands the same sensation people have in their hands....

WITTY your brown grey eyes, and polished brass skin makes my friends doodle over you.... I say this because last night mother asked about it.... It reminds me of the days we played  paddles... Days before we parted... I really wonder if you miss me....

WITTY this days night aren't so warm especially during this rainy season.... I miss how you cooked for me.😄..cared for me.. I miss the utter loss of your words in your lips with lisps.... But im in Wonder... How do you do....

WITTY your brother thinks I am at bay.... I am the one that severed this institution... But should I tell him that your Bff promised to make soup with my radius and ulna??.... Should I tell him that the new dog in my  compound isn't as friendly... Witty... Tell me...

WITTY tell me is it normal to dream about you daily... Is it OK when I stick back in the days where you were Barbie and I was the doll.... I remember...The silly games... The sad songs... The many poems.. the whole world knew about you... All about us.... Witty.. I can't come to terms with all this changes... I hope I will sleep early today.... We are a great couple in my dreams...



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