my hated reflection
how can she joke?
how can open eyes be so blind?
how can i embrace everything i hate about myself?
call it friend?
call it brother?
for you, my twin salvation
i swallow the awful poison of pride
i lay myself open
defenseless
helpless
barren
truth spills from my lips as a death rattle
whisper of regret
remorse
confession of shortcomings
acknowledged?
accepted?
time alone blushes with the secreted knowledge
awaiting
forever
hoping
silence echoes the numbness
i feel
no reply tells the same tale as surely as lips
at the very least
you could hate me