her hair was a paradox
her skin snow
I didn't have to say anything
for her to know
the look on my face
let my soul show
her soul was beautiful
it was dark and twisted
tragically broken
loose by a bolt
one way she coped
carve and sculpt
she didn't see what I saw
she thought the mirror was it
but that doesn't tell all
mirror lies
voices in her head
crying for the dead
scissors
pain
blood
skin
dark red blood
dripping
gin
drink until you're gone
drink until they're wrong
mirror lies
stop obsessing over your thighs
collarbones
chills
small face
small smile
stop running away
lets talk a while
I want to be with you
you aren't tricking me
I know what you are
I want what you are
I want who you are
let me help you
kiss your scars
I love you
you hate yourself
mirror lies
don't doubt yourself
air plane rides
no smoking for months
I'd do all this to see you
and I will
I won't get into trouble
I'mllcome visit you
I don't want you to drown
I want to help you
rise
calm down
you're perfect
I see the real you
you see the distorted image
of a girl with out a soul
voices in your head taking their toll
stop thinking that way
I love you
and I always will
more and more each day
if only you saw what I saw
maybe it would stop your never ending fall
take my word for it,
no more drowning:
rise
I'm here for you
mirror lies
.
this poem is for sara watters.
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