Thanks for the feedback guys, here's another.
Crystal Blue
Crystal blue,
And hooked to pierce,
They glitter and shimmer,
But sometimes go dull.
See-through in so many ways,
But with nothing,
To see,
On either side.
Yet there's truly no use,
In looking too close,
Their beauty lost,
As the faults appear.
Except for some,
With the eyes to match,
All but a warped manifestation,
They can see.
The faults, the misfortunes,
The honest truths,
But only because,
They're reflected,
So alike,
Yet different.
From afar,
So faultless,
Up close,
So flawed.
The tiny waver,
The mark of time,
But would you prefer,
Something unchanged.
Something which didn't,
Reflect the lightning flashes,
Or shimmer,
In the afternoon sun,
As though,
With a mind of its own.
Instead something indifferent,
Not dead,
But worse,
Never having lived.
To choose to look,
To wonder,
At the reflection,
Whether it's you,
Or the blue,
Or something else.
I always look,
Too deep I think,
Get lost and can't escape,
Until the flaws,
Are justified.
But not gone.
Never gone.
Because they're the bits you love.