Better at Being

It’s not that I don’t crave
that attention anymore,
It’s that i crave more
than being fuckable.
I want to be
strong and savvy and serene.
All those things,
that i want her to grow up and be. 

Because I love that she wants to be me,
and I don’t want her to see,
how much I dread that in actuality.
She is more, most likely,
and if not I want her to be
better at being.

I’m told she looks just like me
but in miniature.
Yet I see none of her perfection,
as a reflection of my own.
I fear instead she’ll mirror me,
and lose that love
meant to be hers alone.