Obsession

Have you crossed between two parallel mirrors?
 and stopped to reborn long dead tortures 
that carved contours on your forehead 
and threw away liter of tears that 
you shed You withdrew from digging memories
 seeing an infinite images reflected between
 two glasses You wanted to leave it fragmented  
to stop the mirror from recreating threat 
Threat of your own face, 
your own body for they kept you from being happy 
They were molded imperfectly 
that made you wish to be like someone else 
who got a look to induce love spells 
and will make him fall deeply in love again 
as deep as parallel mirrors with nothing in between 
Nothing because it’s merely a delusion - 
caused by your obsession...!!!