All I need is that little push,
That little look in the mirror in the early morning.
The look that says:
"I can't live without you,
You collection of cells with your lovely curves.
How can I look at you and not think of a higher being?
Surely something put effort into building you.
Don't look at me with those puffy eyes,
crying over some boy who left you.
You are a powerful entity.
And you can do it on your own.
The sun would not shine without you on this Earth.
The moon can not compare to your soft radiance.
The trees sway at your presence.
You can and will do well."