magic mirror
(3.8.22)

Magic mirror, on the wall,
who is fairest of them all?
Not you; I know this to be true
I'm through with your trick candles
and walls not even God can get to

Who am I, to demand your change?
The habits you display only need rearranged
I crave your love, your breath, your strife
I still would kill to share your life
No one makes me feel as alright