My mirror's broken.
I want a new one with You've Made It
spelled in lights across the top.
I want the holograms
of tiny clapping hands inlaid
along its sides -
applauding when I give the nod.
I'd like a slight distortion, looking
younger, better kept ideally;
so I see me but
with all this potential in repose.
It should say I Love You somehow -
any time, whatever state,
for simply being there.
I would stare and I would stare
from follicle to freckle, plotting
every facet of the features
glaring back at
mine, mine, mine. I want
to share myself with something.
Let me care completely
for some imperfect reflection.
My mirror isn't cracked or
anything like that it's just I can't
quite catch the little twitches
twinkling my eye.