Garden of Eden
You look in the mirror and see yourself,
But really it's not you at all.
There are your eyes, so green.
A soft, fuzzy moss
For me to lay and dream.
There is your long, blond hair:
A sweet, sandy beach,
Sweeping us all along
In lazy waves.
There is your lips and your nose.
A button on top
And a smile that curls.
There are your ears,
With pearls hanging loose,
Ready to drop,
With each breath.
But you are so much more
Than a simple look
At a clear sheet of glass,
Reflecting back.
It does not show you
The demons you faced
Or the scars you hide
Behind a facade.
It does not express
The smiles you caused
Or the laughs you gave.
For darling,
The girl looking back,
The one in the mirror,
Wasn't always who you saw.
Remember a monster,
With her heart torn out,
And claws for hands
To scratch at the invisible lines
That marred your skin.
And an icy gaze that burned
Everything.
It shows not the dreams you hold
Or the nightmares you forgave,
The ghosts that haunt behind
A sheer curtain of lace,
Or the fact that all those things
Mean nothing.
You are the books that you read
And the maps that you trace.
The characters you draw
And the words that you crave.
You are hot chocolate days
And winter nights,
Tucked away in a blanket
Out of sight.
You are folded back pages
And ripped jeans,
With paint on your hands
And ink on your face.
You are the tears in your eyes
When you force yourself not to cry;
The laugh hitched in your throat
As your eyes dart up,
Not willing to break a silence,
So warm and so cold,
Of the fear of being alone.
You are the mint toothpaste you favor
And the pizza that you pick at.
The water that trails down your cheek
And the smile that stings.
You are the smell of vanilla,
Lingering on your clothes,
And the Chuck Taylor's that clad your feet,
Taking each step you take
As if it's your last
(And your first)
To the next great adventure.
You are the strokes that you make
Against the keys-
Each soft note, vibrating.
The words that escape your mouth
And meet at your fingertips,
Ready to be read
And remembered
You are the invisible soul
That lingers in the night
And every look you take,
In a false vicious mirror,
Is just a glimpse at the whole:
A star in a sky so full
And a ripple in an ocean,
For you are so much more
Than a simple glance.
And listen to the wind as it whispers, so low,
That who you are is me
And I know what I've seen.
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