You are me, transposed

and it’s hard to look.

At the same time I can’t pull away…

Mesmerized. The familiarity so compelling.

Until admiration

turns to disgust.

The smoke of my emotion clears

and I begin to see

That you are a mirror

Reflecting back all that I love

and all I detest

about myself.

There is a reason

for what I am shown.

And for this magnetic pull.

The lesson book

is never closed

and I am finally ready

to learn.