Mirror

As you might've noticed by now, I like writing lovey-dovey type poetry and this was one of my earliest from sophomore year. (FYI, I wrote it for a girl who later turned me down for a friend who then proved to be an emotionally unavailable jerk... who later wanted to get back together because he still really liked her and was just very poor at showing it. END OF MINI-HIGHSCHOOL DRAMA)

Mirror

I may not be the most handsome guy, nor the smartest or even the most interesting, but I'd rather be honest and caring than any of those things.

I like to think that being honest means to tell people the truth, good or bad, the truth.

I see in you a truth that is clearly being obscured from your eyes... and that is unforgivable.

I can't and won't waste another minute not sharing that truth with you.

Even though everyone around can clearly see it, no one bothers to tell you.

I hate that.

I'm not a man of many words, but I'll try my best to say it.

You are beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty.

If anyone could get close to perfection, no one could get closer than you.

I know it's impossible to get there, but in my eyes... you're there and back.

It kills me a little every time we talk and then have to say good-bye... can't we just... stay good?

I will never see the world through your eyes, but I pray that you can at least see yourself in mine.

I've been told that I'm blind, that I'm stupid, that I'm useless.

If I can see that you're beautiful, know that you are beautiful, and tell you that you're beautiful... then I can be as blind, stupid, and useless as they say I am... I don't care.

If I can live to show you how beautiful you are, then being your mirror is all I will ever want and need to be.