Poetry With Me

I’m looking into the fog and I know one side is just a glass mirror

yet I can’t figure out which is real and which is fake

The sound of laughter fades in and out around me

yet I can’t take a step forward

I’m faced with my own indecision

Hollowed out from fear of making the wrong choice

I let myself fall before once a long time ago

and can still feel the pain from the glass opening my skin

the hot warm blood falling out of me

I wait and wonder

I stand here in this space not able to move forward or back

stuck in between this choice and the next

I see you pass in front of me and walk around me through the fog

but I learned in the past that my glass isn’t the same as yours

you only come here when you are in between the fog and the glass

I always help you see your path

but then there’s no one left to help me find mine

maybe if I stop helping If I stop being myself

maybe then I can get through the fog and the glass

maybe this time I can find something that lasts

How silly of me to think I could make it through the fog and the glass

Now I’m picking it out of my skin again stuck in the in between

I’m just the girl you return to when your in between love and hate

the girl who sits in the space between your hello and goodbyes

I want to leave this unfulfilling life

but the glass and fog are too much the same

maybe one day I’ll do what you do

I’ll rip out my own heart as an offering to tell them apart.

Always,

GV Rioz