It was only meant to be one letter
and now compiled into a book
a volume of times I’d say I love you
and the pages of poems it took
It was only meant to be one reader
now the world can’t get enough
a New York Times best seller
the unabridged letters of our love

strict straight
black hair
ocean blue eyes
white fair skin

soft

sunlit red
wavy long hair
forest green eyes
softly freckled skin

considerate

midnight black
tight curled hair
beige brown eyes
dark bronze skin

strong

sandy blonde
wispy hair
soft hazel eyes
light tanned skin

caring

cinnamon
brown hair
deep black eyes
olive gold skin

kind.

my mirror
has been screaming at me
for a while
I chose to walk away today
but it began to follow
became a black shadow
creeping into my cranium
to stay

broken reflection
in my head
that closing eyes
couldn’t save
shaking the grains
in my brain
didn’t help
like shattered glass
it slithered and sliced
my skin and scalp

cutting the chords
of light from my eye
bleeding fingers from braille
left me blind
without vision
there’s no escaping
the mirror
of reason
in my mind