Promise me one thing, my darling

That you’ll only see beauty when you look within.

In the calm wake of puddles

Staring back at you in windows

Promise me you’ll love her for who she is

And not what will never be.

Don’t laugh at yourself when the puddle erupts in rippled deceit

Or thirst after the faded shadows of the reflection.

She is no more beautiful than the lies you tell yourself.

She is not better than.

She does not exist

So do not give birth to her.


-Alex McKay







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