The Reflection of Narcissus

{Narcissus: a young man who pined away in love for his own image in a pool of water}

Little bits of madness

deep within the lake

that shimmered with

the moon and burned

with the sun

I blink and he blinks

I sing and he sings

I cry and his eyes are

wet with tears as well

I love him but when I

reach for him he pulls

away like I am sin

He is there every day

I am there every day

 by the lake of madness

I love him as my breath

falters me because I

have not eaten in

thirty days and only

drunk the water from

the lake

My love for him is like

a plague; the second I

saw his sea-green eyes

I was lost and the plague

was spread

Lips gone dry and eyes

red and blurry, my youth

is gone now and so is his

but I love him too much

to say goodbye

When the last breath is

taken, his last is taken

too, and it becomes

clear that the lake

and the spiraling sadness

I had thought to be brought

on by the moon, was always

brought on by me

The only thing that is left

of him and I, is a dainty

flower whose beauty

is enough to bring 

summer to a girl

who has only ever

seen winter.