Breaking a mirror is bad luck?

Cutthroat
gambit of love
watch me dive headfirst into the mere idea of you
if i could be anything i’d be your mirror
you would be my evil queen
so i could see you every morning
show you how great you look all the time
you’d smile at me
sometimes it would be fake,but still
i’d watch you spin in your favorite dresses
let you know that you still rock your jean and leather jackets
belts and straps that overlaps
watch your hair flip down in your face
as you try to go for the dark brooding look
and 20 minutes later shoot for something happy and light
watch you run around the house in your underwear
frustrated you’re unable to find that one shirt or blouse
i’ll remind you that you kicked off your vans on it last night
i’d tell you how you’re the fairest one of all
and how snow white never stood a chance against you
i would reflect
show you all of your good
if i’m lucky ,you would practice on me
kissing with lipstick on over and over until you get it just right
even a polished obsidian proves powerful to show
then so can i
when you put your fingers to your lips
i can catch you in a thought
listening to that inner self in your head
working out problems
making comments about the new people you met that you dare wouldn’t say out loud
monologue inside your head
i’d catch and show how you express memories and emotions
see you roll your eyes
show your true self
watch over you as you sleep on your pallet in the floor
tell you to google search “leopard print punk rock”
because there’s a few things i know you would want
the hardest thing would be watching you walk away
not knowing when i would see you again
hear you again
maybe this evening
tomorrow
next week
maybe in a year
i would be waiting to show you
everything you wanted me to and more
i’ll try my best not to break while you’re gone
i hope you’ll do the same