Aug 2014
Hey girl
*I caught you staring in the mirror again
The same look of dissatisfaction painted clearly on your face
You look at your stomach and touch your waist
Turn and look at your back with the same expression
There may be wear and tear here and there, especially on your spirit, but that's not where you stare
If you did you might see the most beautiful sight ever beheld by those big brown eyes
See,
A lot of men would see your thighs and to no surprise, try to get inside
But I see your mind and what lies behind the obvious
A question mark most would leave off the end of their sentence
I could never forget it.
I see the rocky road you've walked every time that we talk
The gravel was never gentle on your soul
But you continued until you came upon a house built from pain
decided to stay and thought you'd be okay
It slowly became a home where you grew into the furniture
Your veins interlaced with fabric and every fabrication only wove you deeper
And soon the drugs came to take you away only to fade and leave you to a fate stuck between these walls of abuse
I refuse
To let you go back
And even if you hate me now, I hope one day you'll understand and love me for that
See, I see a lot of things because I look past the mirror you fixate on
I've never had to see you as just a reflection
But rather as perfection, because with every wrong direction you took to get to me it made the time we have together that much more meaningful
And though your spirit may be bruised and tired, it refuses to give up,
It's gorgeous.
You've never had to see me as a reflection either. Every time you look at me, I'm anew. I'm not what's in a dusty mirror, and I'm not what's in a fading photograph. I'm a steady flame in your heart, and the most beautifully flawed smile I've ever seen. I could never thank you for all those small things you do without noticing. Nothing I write could touch upon the tip of the gratitude I hold in my heart for you. So I guess to come as close as I can in three simple words,
**I love you.
*I caught you staring in the mirror again
The same look of dissatisfaction painted clearly on your face
You look at your stomach and touch your waist
Turn and look at your back with the same expression
There may be wear and tear here and there, especially on your spirit, but that's not where you stare
If you did you might see the most beautiful sight ever beheld by those big brown eyes
See,
A lot of men would see your thighs and to no surprise, try to get inside
But I see your mind and what lies behind the obvious
A question mark most would leave off the end of their sentence
I could never forget it.
I see the rocky road you've walked every time that we talk
The gravel was never gentle on your soul
But you continued until you came upon a house built from pain
decided to stay and thought you'd be okay
It slowly became a home where you grew into the furniture
Your veins interlaced with fabric and every fabrication only wove you deeper
And soon the drugs came to take you away only to fade and leave you to a fate stuck between these walls of abuse
I refuse
To let you go back
And even if you hate me now, I hope one day you'll understand and love me for that
See, I see a lot of things because I look past the mirror you fixate on
I've never had to see you as just a reflection
But rather as perfection, because with every wrong direction you took to get to me it made the time we have together that much more meaningful
And though your spirit may be bruised and tired, it refuses to give up,
It's gorgeous.
You've never had to see me as a reflection either. Every time you look at me, I'm anew. I'm not what's in a dusty mirror, and I'm not what's in a fading photograph. I'm a steady flame in your heart, and the most beautifully flawed smile I've ever seen. I could never thank you for all those small things you do without noticing. Nothing I write could touch upon the tip of the gratitude I hold in my heart for you. So I guess to come as close as I can in three simple words,
**I love you.
