Dear girl in the mirror

I love the way you smile with half of your face As if the other half is keeping the secret to your joy One side curled up like a fully fed feline on a summers day One eyebrow raised as if to say : “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you” I love that there seems to always be a bounce in your step. Your walk bred by a need for speed. You are ALWAYS on your way somewhere... except when you’re not. I love that, with nothing but your words, you can hold the attention of a room. People stop to listen to you, but you tend to hide in plain view. Not knowing the ripple effects of the pebbles you skip across the oceans of the mind. But still you run and hide They can’t seem to carry the weight of you, they can’t seem to dive the depths. The pressure you exert on the frameworks of the most widely held truths...it leaves everyone feeling a bit : exposed. So you’ve learnt to bite your tongue and they’ve learnt to run. Not stay around too long for your shocking vulnerability to create cracks in their walls. You break barriers with surrender You write peace treaties with your honesty. Your love bubbles out of you and erupts in acts of back breaking service. Your love is like monsoon season: torrential and constant in it’s out pour. I love that you are loyal to a fault. Once you have made the silent pledge in your heart there is no turning your back. Armor bearer to many, and not one person asks for it. Your loyalty is like a surprise gift that you give, not based on what people deserve but on who you are. I love your hugs. Like a weighted blanket you wrap your love around and hold on tight. Your arms holding together shards of brokenness just trying to say: “even if you cut me, I’ll stay.” I love the crazy faces you make. It’s like you are poking fun at the wild heart beating in the cage of your chest. Your heart like a lioness : fierce. Like a wild horse running freely. The world has tried to water you down but you embrace crazy like a comfortable hoodie. Like your favourite, worn out jeans. I love the way your eyes dance with your passion. The way you stare down a room. The way your love shines through when you watch the people you love do the things they love. The way your eyes deceive you by sharing you pain. Window to your soul. You’ve never been good at keeping secrets. And for all your running and hiding ; you could never lie with those eyes. I love your voice. Soft like butter, it saturates a room. Oh to learn your own voice at 28, to discover the things you were born to say. There’s beauty in your words, there is truth. There is an imperfection so striking : it creates worlds in the minds of those who listen. I love it when you smile. I love feeling the corners of your mouth rise up in defiance of your past. Like the sun lights the sky with radiant views. Dear girl in the mirror : I think I’m falling in love with you.