Twilights end

My heart grows shallow when faced with your eyes. Impossible dreams and meanings fight their way up through my walls, threatening to expose me for what i am. No longer a queen, but a pawn in the cruelest game of this heart. Lonliness n solitude fight hope away, taking joy in the bleat of defeat. How can one be so cruel to themself. I ask myself that every morning when i look in the mirror.