The Other Me

Wet. Damp and warm that is what i feel. I drown in the sorrow of your existance. The way you touch me cold and distant. You say you love me but its a lie. The ground beneath me scratches and maims me. I stare at you and you stare back devoid of emotion, your eyes black, no grin, no tears as an ember forms igniting the ground. The heat swells around me licking at my cracking hands and peeling face. Then I see it the emptyness flashes to relief I welcome you. Its me and the mirror, the mirror and me, we deserve each other but somehow I lost you. I dont know us anymore. Is this how it ends.