Those blue, blue eyes
I always loved
Seeing my reflection
In those blue blue eyes
I knew who I was
In those eyes
I am strong
I am beautiful. I belong.
In the mirror of your eyes
I love my size
My humor, a surprise
My writing inspires
I am warm. I am good. I am smart.
But wait – don't look away – I can't see your eyes
Without that mirror, I am gone
I doubt and internalize
My throat dries
No longer wise
And with those fucking sunglasses
That I so despise
I am lost
How can I see myself, when I can't see your eyes?