To everyone who loves me:

You do not.

You are infatuated with the version of yourself

that you see in me,

because you do not realize

that I’ve been carefully trained

to be a mirror, mimicking the rise of your

voice, the wave of your hands,

the way your eyes light up and your smile quirks.

And because humans are vain,

you are already searching for yourself

inside of everything you see,

and are delighted to find

that I am the closest thing;

so when you beg me to stay, it is not

as a husband drawn to his wife,

but as Narcissus to a mirror,

and are no more in love with me

than you are with the glass on your wall.

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