You and me

Mostly it‘s good, looking at you in the mirror. But sometimes you bring tears to my eyes. Is it the same for you?

I think about you a lot. What you are. What you are not. I sometimes love you for what you are; sometimes for what you’re not.

The mirror, you and me.

Guess I expected an epiphany.

The magic introspective mirror.

There’s many a smashed glass between us. Your fault. If it were mine the shards would fly in your direction.