Real men don't cry <br />Or write poetry <br />But you did, and I made you <br />I stood frozen as an ice sculpture <br />Some frivolously expensive item kept solid <br />Hours of labor for the enjoyment of a moment <br />I watched in horror when you cracked. <br /> <br />My mirror image <br />So fragile <br />Thousands of tiny fragments falling from your eyes <br />Where mine were hard and cold <br />My reflection grew distorted <br />Dispersed into my frigid lap <br />Returning to the womb perhaps <br />But Narcissus drowned within his pool. <br /> <br />The difference between self-love <br />And self-loathing <br />A negligible time span of seven lonely years <br />Impatiently I wait <br />How like glass we always were <br />I took like lightning to the sand <br />And the hours used to melt <br />During our time together. <br /> <br />You said we were cursed. <br /> <br />I fought you then but have since grown wise <br />To our fusion and confusion <br />And in the piercing <br />I came to thaw <br />I warmed to the thought of us <br />With the softening came the tears <br />And in my liquid state you sank <br />Your jagged shards eclipsed <br />It being dark down there and murky <br />At the bottom <br />No longer can I see myself with <br />Or within you <br />So cries Alice, <br />Her white rabbit having fled.<br /><br />Rachael Swiss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lion-and-the-unicorn/
