Pencils and paper, Sometimes I hate her.
The way she draws,
The way she writes.
The way she tries with all her might.
The way she smiles,
The way her heart runs miles.
The way she sacrifices her happiness to give someone their own.
The way she doesn't know which place is home.
The way she ignores her problems, and flashes a smile.
The way she lays her heart for people like tile.
The way her heart breaks like glass
The way she does nothing, and lets time pass.
The way she pretends to be healed when she's broken.
The way her arms are wide open.
The way I see her everyday, I cant escape her.
She's all I see in the mirror.
© Riley Ingemi