I see a collage in the mirror
Made of your feelings
A patch of warmth here,
A patch of happiness there,
A small piece of love
Just held loosely
A long torn patch
of promises,
Few small pieces of denials
Many a silent days
All pasted loosely
With your words
Contradictory actions
And broken promises
On this self
Tell me
Am I looking good?
Am I complete?
Am I the piece of art
that you find worthy of love.
And then I see
This huge patch
Left empty
I wait anxiously
What patch will appear there
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