Modern self love platitudes
How could it help her?
Bound by an image and reflection 
Unable to take in her own
Tend it, the shape of her
For another more worthy
Of her beauty within
Only his own face
In the mirror 
While hers wastes away
A prison of smoking mirrors
Illusions never fade
So why pine away?
Every weekend, unobtainable 
Wondering will they see
My light before it's out
Leaving only a remnant
A voice on a page