Do not even
It is best to be the odd one out
Choose not to join
But do not allow anyone to put you in dusted
J.P: She’s in love
I’ve never been a damsel
But I try not to lose my maiden head and the freedom
It provides me
I didn’t want to over complicate
Or to over analyse
But it’s in times like this
When the poem becomes a mirror
When the kiss becomes a mirror
When everything becomes a mirror
The maiden head is lost
After it’s gone, after the mirror is broken,
Empty bed — thoughts of death
I left my ballet flats in the lake, so I need to go back get them
And she’s losing herself in him
I’ve been there
I did that too
Because it felt safer
Than being on my own
It felt safer than my own exhausting company
I felt better than the over complication before
Love wasn’t supposed to be analysed
But this isn’t real at all
We’re just copies of ourselves
Everything becomes a mirror, shell to shell
We never see beyond the shell
The passing of time is needed for so
And time stopped the first time
I allowed myself to fall in love
His armed body and mind, an invasion
He used fire and violet existence to lure me.
To not complicate anything I had been complicating since the first aeon
To surrender to the mirroring act
So the poem becomes a mirror
So the kiss becomes a mirror
It all becomes a mirror
And reality feels real
Reality feels complete
J.P: Are you writing this now?
A: Yes. I don’t know. It was probably the medicine. I remembered I wrote “maiden head” in a post it and stuck it on the wall when I found “maidenhead” on a translation of Sappho. And I chose to interpret it as the mind of a woman off of any man’s domain, rather than anything to do with hymens.
(pause to ponder about people in magnetic self-destructive love)
Linear time only exists before I drop the clock in the drawer to hush up the noise.
Wish I could do something
Timelines gotta align themselves
I’d better do nothing
In the end, we need to live it
The only good part of a man is semen
And the entanglement
As a distraction to my hurting feet
Remember when you said you’ve never told me, but my relationship with him had an expiration date?
J.P: Yes. I knew your maiden head would be priority in the end, and you did the right thing.
A: In times like those you need to leave experience speak for itself
Extrapolating the metaphor before us:
Shadow projections are acknowledged as goggles
And love goggles and lust goggles, both destroy it all
We’re just here stuck in between potential and existence
That’s how the hologram and image can afford to have their offspring — us.
We need the mirror to make sense of ourselves
When the maiden head is lost
> Use suitable words to complete the sentences:
______ ______ only exists before I drop the clock in the drawer to hush up the noise.
The only good part of a man is _________. And the _________ as a distraction to my hurting feet.
I left my ballet flats in the lake, so I need to go back get them. Empty bed, thoughts of ______.
His armed body and mind, an ________. He used fire and ________ ________ to lure me.
I’ve never been a damsel. But I try not to lose my _______ _______ and the ________ it provides me.
Do not ______. Choose not to join. It is best to be the ______ one out. But do not allow anyone to put you in dusted _______es.