Me and My Reflection

When I was a kid 

And I saw the pretty girls getting attention and invitations and boyfriends 

I rode the bus home in silence

Staring out the window at

My own ghostly reflection

Thinking 

It's just you and me, kid.

And thinking 

If I could be pretty enough 

Then I would be loved enough 

And I would be happy.

And thinking

Maybe I could be smart enough 

Or 

Maybe I could be useful enough

Or

Maybe I could be undemanding enough

Then I would be loved enough 

And I would be happy.

And after years of seeing other people fall in love, I thought:

I'm not.

But you 

Love me like crazy and

Laugh at my jokes and

Rave over my cooking and 

Look at me like you're lucky

- Like you're still so unbelievably lucky -

Fifteen years in.

And almost everyone is 

PrettierSmarterUsefullerandLessdemanding

But they're sitting at home with their duds

While I 

Have

You.

My reflection and I were wrong

And lucky

Straight-from-heaven lucky.