When you break a mirror
You don't dust off your hands
and say "Well,
I'd better glue this back together."
No.

You replace it,
Because even though you've picked up every tiny shard,
Even though you've painstakingly fit together
Every last splinter,
It's still just
A broken mirror.

So I hope you know,
After all this time you've wasted,
All this glue you've slathered on,
This project only ends
With me
Bearing my own cracked reflection.

And I wonder,

Is that enough for you?