Mascara drips
Into the sink;
Ashen trails
Down this
Porcelain face.
I think
I am sad,
Biting my quivering
Lip in the back
Of a taxi
Just minutes ago.
Now my reflection
Stares back at me,
So I stare
Back at it.
I am somehow surprised
To recall
That pretty yet miserable
Creature is me -
Never before
Have I thought myself
Pretty,
Nor worthy of such
Fierce advocacy
As that
Which led to these tears.
I think
I have grown -
As a man,
And as a lover,
For I can finally look
At that tearful guise
And believe
That I deserve more;
That I deserve
Something, someone,
That doesn't
Hurt - for why would anyone
Want to hurt
That pretty face, that gentle
Soul, the child that lives
Behind these eyes?
Briefly, I am Narcissus -
I have seen myself
Through the eyes of someone
Who loves me,
And now I realise
That some of those who claim to
Truly don't.
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