R E F L E C T I O N S

The first time I met myself was at a playground
Staring off in the direction of the other children I knew it wasn’t them I had come to see
It was me
Watching them run and play as I observed with curious eyes and a tightly closed mouth I just
knew I was the only one
The only one who thought exactly the way I did
The only one who looked exactly the way I did
The only one who stared as far as the eye could see and saw exactly what I saw
The second time I met myself was in a mirror
Staring back at me was someone I had known all my life but could never quite wrap my head
around
Pondering my own lost eyes
Picking out my own likes and insecurities
Standing at the border between self love and self hate
The third day I met myself was in you
Your bright eyes and your Mona Lisa smile
The way your hair blew back behind you when the wind picked up
The way you can never quite look directly at me
Knowing you makes me believe that I could never hate myself because hating myself would be
hating a part of you