two is better than one

"My face is cracked,
An yours pristine.
Even though right inbetween,
We share the same bright light.
Myself discarded, and thrown around
You treated reverently since you were found.
Over time the cracks cross over,
That once pristine now turning dull.
All those words that you were told,
Beautiful, strong and oh so bold.
As you grew just fell away,
what do you see in the mirror today?"

- poem credit to Nova_Bovine