heavy yoke
I only ever saw myself,
in the painted pieces.
The pieces jagged and dripped with blood,
of the broken mirror,
on the other side of my reflection.
The lost puzzle piece only I knew.
The sins evoked but hidden,
The side only my eyes had beheld.
No other had known it.
No other had tried to fix it,
No other foolish enough to,
but you.
Oddly enough,
you were charming.
A charm that held true to its words,
An honest speaker.
You convinced me I could change,
That the past can be forgotten,
That maybe you could be the one to do it,
for me?
I feel foolish to even consider,
But your words hypnotize,
into this slumbering dream,
where I am still wide awake.
I do not know what this is.
My heart beats calmer the more you speak,
The more I listen,
The more we laugh.
oh.
That's what it is,
The heart.
Love.
You made it through these ribs,
You turned the pieces into something new,
You held my heart in your palm,
Not possessively,
but gentle,
tender.
I thought I would always see this side no one sees,
I thought no one would share that view,
I thought whoever did, would fear it,
loathe it,
avoid it.
I was proven wrong.
You didn't fix my mirror,
You improved it.
now, I share a better view,
I can see a clearer reflection,
And the best part,
You're a part of it too.
frail ibex
I love yours better though
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