The price of admittance into my heart is:

One (1) smile
Two or more (2+) kind words
Three (3) words, said like they were meant
And an infinite amount of patience as I work through my problems.

I'm mirror-like sometimes
reflecting back the faces that I see,
all of the faces and emotions around me

I'm mirror-like sometimes
shattering into fractals,
my own emotions ever-so-fragile

I'm mirror-like sometimes
I show you what you want to see,
cursed forever to agree

I'm mirror-like sometimes
vapid and forgettable,
not inspiring, but rather regrettable

I see you
In the light, in my reflection,
In the clouds.
I see you in the clouds
and where dreams go to die

I think I'm falling for you, and that scares me.

And sometimes,

she wishes that she'd finally be enough for someone.

Perhaps it's finally time to let you go
but, god,
it hurts so much to cut you out.