The Mirror (duet)

I close my eyelids shut , and everything I write is written in the mirror.
(His words though invisible seep with the dark tinge of blood)

To be the language of my heart, that nobody knows but us
(He lies to himself as he represses the fear of deceit)

I look but I can’t prevail, this life that captures, this that enraptures
(Look into the mirror you write I whisper, unfocus on what you can see)

My being filled with laughter, momentary happiness, I find myself falling faster
(laughter to mask unstable temperament for what he 'thinks' will not last)

In finding this world of mine, it has no keys that to every word I can’t define. My life is like a dictionary. You open to increase vocabulary . You use, and you leave.
(He loses his mind to define a definition for a language that only he can define- but what his mirror reads is his lack for motivation to believe what his words weaves)

Every image of ourselves, seems to be defined only when we are trapped in our shells.
(But what he cannot see is that the 'key' is his mirror and his words will free his image from its bond)

I can only seem to grasp all my doubts when my eyes cant see beyond. Bits of blackness I've trapped, in jars. I can see it but i cant reach it. I’m forever looking at. What I cant seem to catch, but can only sit back and relax.
(It’s his mirror, it's his words, and his tender beliefs but only I as a reflection can cry out and weep: open your eyes and look into your mirror and reach for its all yours to keep if you believe)

[my word drip passion's fruit strange but still edible to consume…(and i wait to be consumed)]

~ L & T