while you were busy loving someone else
i took some time to fall in love with myself
i put up my hair and washed my face
wiping away any traces i had left of you
encrypted in the layer of grey you had
painted on my skin
sitting in front of the mirror i noticed
things about myself that i hadn’t before
little freckles traced my nose and the
tops of my cheeks, they’re like tiny constellations.
lashes so long and dark, I never needed mascara.
eyes like the night sky, black,
but calm, no wonder no one sees through them.
and that’s when i realized
the snow is gone.
it is time for me to bloom.