Do I make you happy?
Do I make you shine?
Even with knowing that this is wrong I still lend myself to you.
While you look the other way I pretend to enjoy this for your sake.
When is it going to be my turn?
Take a look at what you're doing to me.
Does this make you happy?
Does it help you shine?
Are you mad that I'm looking back at you?
Are you scared of me?
How does it feel to know yourself like that?
I'm okay if everyone else refuses to see me.
More than anything, I want you to see your reflection.
Don't look away now, you've gone this far already.
Am I your post orgasmic clarity?
Do you groan in disgust when you witnessed what you've left in your wake?
Do you shield your eyes from what's in front of you?
Who is it that you hate?
Just like the legends say, we are both Narcissus and Medusa.
Am I your mirror?
Am I your puddle to gaze upon?
Or am I the one you turn to stone?
Do you invite my gaze or reject it?
