I thought
Love was
Undone
Than I met you
Outside of myself
I met myself
Teary eyed in front of a mirror
that's when I met love
A mess
A mirror
A reflection of life and it's
Tragedy and beauty
The frayed undoing of
What I thought love was
Or who or where
Was starring right back at me
That's when I truly tried
To meet myself
As myself
A mess in the mirror
We met half way
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