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Kaleidoscope Girl

She is made of glass 
of  broken pieces
And shattered fragments
She has jagged edges
That splintered my soul
She has wounded me
And my scars healed 
With drops of her sealed
Embedded forever

I shouldn’t have peered
Into the hole 
of her kaleidoscope eyes
Now I am  mesmerized
Her schisms widening 
Oblivious to my maddening
Unheeding to my change 

Drenched in diversity 
An array of different things
Quenched my thirst
With her insatiable creativity
Addicting, conflicting
With each turn
Reveals a complexity
I could not explain
The perfect epitome 
Of insane

Lost in my reverie 
I could never return
To who I was 
After she centrifuged my soul
Forever inebriating
Scintillating 
Leaves me cursing
she transformed every downturned smile
Didn’t mean to beguile
But it's all worthwhie
 
I couldn't keep up
Lights flashing
seizure-inducing
With every turn
vertigo-inciting transformation
More beautiful than
the images before
Complexity of her vision
is never a bore
Holds me prison
In the realms of her optical prism

With every new light, 
Comes a strong source
She alters
Into unique shapes
She changes the tune
Revealed through reflective mirrors
As I glean 
into her fascinating burst of patterns
I  caught a glimpse of who I am
And who I am not
I also changed endlessly 
Treading through Inclined mirrors
No traction, no grip
Slippery, I trip 
Ever-changing
Endless possibilities
Her peephole
Defies all the things I know
About laws of reflection
An excellent visual treat
Or simply “flaws” of attraction
For those who get to see
Through her kaleidoscope eyes
Flecks of blue,
And all the vibrant hues 
Of orange, red, and green
And everything in between
My eyes blurry,
I am broken 
Visual distortions
Left me sugar-high
Reluctant goodbye
My presence watched through 
Kaleidoscope eyes
Things are not what they’ve been
Visions are not what they seem
Yet she seems so real
Vivid, beautiful and strange
Her presence glisten 
not from my tears
Nor from my kaleidoscope fears
Don’t stare
Into the glare
Or you’ll find yourself again 
Pulled through the dark tunnel
Of her unknown
Don’t fight to stay by her side
Coz she is nowhere is sight
Her colors don’t have a name
They just burst into flames
She plays inside
The confines of her prism 
And the specter of my own prison.
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