I can't look at my reflection.

I looked at you today.

I looked at you,

and what I saw was different.

"You've changed" I thought.

So different.

So bright.

So Bliss.

I begin to blink my eyes.

But, you're image,

is no mirage.

I don't like what I'm seeing.

because I'm not used to all this change.

I should be, it's with me everyday,

in everyway.

Oh my,

I've been losing myself.

losing what I've known,

and tearing upon it.

My memories of the old you... are vague,

but I know it's not what I've seen.

You long hair,

that shined so brightly,

your brown eyes,

that glowed with an innocence only I could have seen.

Your genuine smile,

that showed every emotion inside you,

was gleaming with life.

It's all gone now,

your hair,

it's dull, and the ends...

split with conscience mistakes.

your eyes,

glazed over with dreams,

that don't exist.

your smile,

glued to your face, with a bit of pain, and the black gaps that seep around you.

I begin to notice,

that through all these photographs...

thats what it always has been.

and i'm rushing

and rushing.

and looking quicker,

with doubt!

because I know this wasn't always you.

I could trust you.

I could love you.

I could know you would always be there.

But now...

I'm seeing through your skin, through your mind, and through all those veins that are changing stories to your heart.

Oh the RUMORS!

that your blood has brought upon you.

I am not your family.

I am not your friend.

I do not love you.

and I can't even see what I want.

I'm sick.

you're indulging my virus to kill me.

is it really contagious?

is the paleness of your face...

creeping upon mine?

am I giving you a look?

because you're angry now,

walking...

walking...

walking away.

maybe I was just looking at my reflection,

because you never existed.