And What All Us Found There

When I comb my hair in the morning
And I'm still waking up
I have to look in the mirror
To see a blank face

The one that felt your flushed cheeks
Slipped you a gold circle and beamed for weeks
Caught you at a table across the street
Playing with someone else's feet

I don't know whether to shave or to scream
Can't fathom betrayal, maybe it's a
Scene from a daytime soap on a rope in a shower
We took

And I look at the eyes once covered by your hands
To see a stone gaze
If I could smash the mirror
I would bloody it, and it, me - the symmetry

That would only make you ask what happened
When I fetalize back into our bed
At least you can beg curiosity
I'm all too desperate to crack our reflection