how to fix a broken mirror

​I used to curse at the broken girl in the mirror
Because she gave me sore eyes

I was a prisoner in her body,
A stranger in her skin
We were no match
Then I tried looking at her again
I wanted her appearance to change
But it was the soul that transformed

now, I am mending her
I have pierced my fingers on her jagged edge
Still, I continue to fuse her shards
Because she is my mosaic Mona Lisa
A monument rising from ruins
So i tell her, I love her
I show her, I love her
I kiss her forehead before bed

​i've learned to wear my scars well