Loss has never met me with it's cold embrace
I've never seen myself in someone I lost
because I've never lost anyone
I have lost myself
I see myself in the people who have broken me
I see the way my reflection glares back at me
I wanted so much to be like them
I wanted for them to love me
I wanted them to look at me and be proud
I was proud to look at them
I was proud to know them
I was proud to hold them
Now when I look at my glare in the reflection
All I see is shame
I see the failed attempts
I see the want to be like them before they broke the mirror
You wanted me to be like you
You wanted my poems to speak as if I am proud
You wanted my poems to be like warm milk
You wanted me to write for you
Well here's your fucking poem
