There, in my bathroom, I stood looking at myself in the mirror above the sink. I smile, then pucker my lips and view my reflection. I look deep into my own eyes, realizing the change. They're not as bright. They're sad and glossy from the tears that had now begun to form. I close my eyes, trying to keep them from falling and when I open my eyes back up, I feel the first tear cascade down my rosy cheek. I'm not sure if it was the way it glistened when the light hit it or the stain it left on me, or the way my eyebrows furrowed in despair or how my eye lashes had the tiniest water droplets stuck on them but in that moment, I thought I looked beautiful.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryA series of my late night thoughts, sometimes in poem form. Trigger warning ⚠️ on 1 : 2 0 a m
