beloved

I never take a glance at the mirror
but I often look outside the window.
my eyes exploring the depths of each it landed on,
then a crescent will form on me.

some time, it crashes internally
it bleeds because of its bluntness.
That's right, the depths of the ocean is what I am,
I forgot to dive on it.

finding words can be easy when directing it to strangers,
but not for me.
as I flip the pages, I begin to let the ink brush on the notes.
That's right, you're also beloved
at last by yourself this time.
© Melissa_knows