To B. Who Called Me My Name Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are my mirror
it is easy to understand
did you not notice when
you look at me
when we finally see
each other's eagerness
to finally keep things
to ourselves alone?

you finally utter
what i do not want to hear
and i blurt it back
at you and then we finally
erase each other's
existence on facebook

there is a decent way
to live a lie
and live it fully well
as though it
is the most beautiful
life that we can
ever have

i never explain a thing
about myself
for there is no need
really

what you see what you
hear
what you feel is all
that i am
and there is no use
of any word for that

who can trust this world?
you play a game
that i too well play
the names we got
are not us

finally i throw back
what you said
in your once beautiful
face....