To My Love

She awakens each morning unaware of the truth, goes to the mirror and applies her concealer.

She must hide her shame, wash the pain from her eyes.To the world she is perfection, an unwavering disguise.

You will never see the ghosts she hides inside bottles. You can’t see the scars and the lies that she’s carved.

Hidden in her skin lives every sin and mistake, a painful reminder to never let down her gates.

If she could only see the truth, those walls would crumble. Every stripe she has earned is the mark of a warrior.

Her strength is incalculable, far beyond my comprehension. Her beauty is a blinding light, a beam of pure ascension.

She is not perfection. She is no god to be worshipped, nor would she want it. Her desires are much more simple.

She seeks to be seen, to love and be loved in return. To let go and give in, without fear of a burn.

She has won my heart and all the love I have to give. I can only hope one day she will see me and accept it.

So I’ll wait here, just outside the castle walls, until truth smashes through and you realize,

You. Are. Beautiful.