More than I wanted to see

        When we spoke I
        never expected you to
        hold up such a painful mirror for me
        your fears matching
        feature for shameful feature
        my unmasked intent.

        I do not lie well
        except perhaps to myself
        and you forced me to
        lay bare my darker aspect --
        hidden shadows became
        white-hot needles with which
        we all-unwilling
        stuck each other.

        I acknowledged my reflection
        there in your eyes
        the illusion shattered.
        Now its jagged edges slice us both --         
        did you not realize that
        hearts too are made of glass?