You scavenge for something to boost your narcissism
Did you find it? Not at first,
But when I took the mirror away, I inadvertently gave it to you!
I still hear you laugh as blood rushed to my ears.
Now, when you score lines on my iris,
It's all set up and waiting, that something you need.
It anticipates, and, in league with my smile, beckons.
I am content that it's working,
As you expand and contract,
And now I wait for the day when you give it me back.