Each morning you look in the mirror
a different person stares back at you
unwavering, ancient, yet fluid
Someone who you once knew
The mirror bothers me,
you never got its biting
Some days I don’t recognize my reflection.
And yet you still decided to love me
What is self?
Youth is losing yourself then finding them again everyday
Broken mirrors cannot move her.
Self is strength in fragility,
I look back to the golden days when I was never sorry
Push and pull until you’re sick
I have a hard time letting things die
You asked, “is this okay,” I winced because it was, but no one ever asks
Uneasy, needy, indecisive, like a stray that claws at the door months later
To love me is clutching to sand with anguish
“Yes, I will leave you.”
And you decided to stay. And you decided to stay. You decided to stay. You stayed.
I wish that you stayed.
To view the photo series that I have for this poem, check out my art account on instagram: no.blind.folds :)