The mirror is my friend once again.
I smile, she smiles.
I laugh, she smiles.
I bleed, she smiles.
She isn’t so mean, she’s drawn to me.
She’s a big part of me.
I scream, she grins.
I cry, she laughs.
I stab a knife through my right eye, she claps and cheers.
I can get used to her ways.
I have to.
The Paramour 