still here
I think, God I think, Loving you is both the hardest and most wonderful and unforgettable and unique and amazing thing I’ve ever done, this person in the mirror who I no longer recognize but will try to keep loving anyways
And I wish, God I wish, That despite my pain and my doubt and my sorrow and my regrets and my fear of never being good enough, that you knew, you in the mirror who are not who I am, that you are enough as you are now
But I know, God damn I know, That we will go on and laugh and cry and breathe and love and get hurt, scream, rise, sing, and rage against the dying of that light of that good night in that mirror that portrays who I am not, an illusion of the mind of what lies within my own soul.
