we were
twisting between details
of our skin
to embrace ourselves
in the slightest
i told you i loved you
but a mirror speaks volumes
and we’re staring in this
to feel somewhat
but secure fails
we’re watching ourselves
talking to ourselves
creating ideas of beauty
we hold with regard
but we twist
mirrors crack
details fade
we’re transitioning in decay
our brains on fire
we’re not looking the same
dysmorphic