This is all I’ve ever wanted

to love and be loved in return

to find purpose in being

the best that I can be

for both of us

Such a little thing

that I’ve spent so much time

looking for so desperately

Trying to find value for myself

in the reflection of others

and it’s never there for long

We are all mirrors, true,

but we reflect ourselves

and I have yet to see myself

in someone else for long enough

but I keep searching

despite all pointlessness

And each time I break the glass

and cut myself a little deeper

but the bleeding stops eventually

and when it does

I clean myself up

and gather my thoughts

and ride off again like Don Quixote

tilting at another windmill

waiting to get hurt again

because no one ever loves

the way I do