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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