Like a charcoal sketch,
I see myself outlined his eyes,
I see my silhouette as he sees me.
So vastly different
from my reflection in the mirror.
But I follow deep into the abyss,
into the portrait he has created of me.
I follow those lines,
to try to see what he sees.
In my mind I trace the outline
following each stroke of the pencil.
And I journey
as deep as I can go,
swimming in his reality of me,
truly understanding how he sees me.
I may have changed a few lines,
but to him I am perfection.
Go and check it out if you haven’t been there!!