she and i have been travelling for quite sometime
along this lonely road, we are eachother’s only known soul

and i think i see her, see who she really is
behind the mask she wears, behind the smile that’s bound to fade

she’s a puzzle with no end, a book with a thousand pages
and she decided, finally, after all this time
i was worthy enough to hear the words, to see the picture

and i think i understand
what it means to be truly afraid
and what it means to be truly brave

she has strength beyond her wildest fixations
but she is not perfect, and she knows

she’s insecure, breakable, sensitive
she’s determined, stubborn, ambitious

she’s irritable, but still kind
she’s lazy, but she tries

she’s funny, and selfless, and sometimes strange

and slowly, i am starting to love her

sitting with her, all this time,
i think i am beginning to learn
what it means to be human

and what it means
to be understood

- falling in love with myself