Honest Reflection
She is bent impossibly,
her wits have no end.
But there's no muck in her teeth
or alcohol in her breath.
There's a glint in her eye,
questions drip
off the tip
of a sharp, tongue.
They all begin with "Why?-"
You could have all the right answers
And she'll still say "oh well"
She'll jump off the bridge anyway
Just because, "Hell,
Why not?"
There was no rush
for her the days weren't enough.
She soaks in the sun
before it leaves
And embraces the moon
because she believes
in crazy things.
Loves the feeling,
of chaos and order
all at the same time.
They might say
she has a disorder.
But she just lives life in rhymes,
And a very, off, beat rhythm
They listen for patterns
but still get lost.
Never able
to comprehend her.
Destructive, yet together.
She's beautiful and frustrating.
Just like the West Coast weather.
Tempestuous, yes that's her.
And like a storm
She 's never able
to say goodbye
to things she loves
or things she wishes to know.
Not until it's been undone.
This is she,
On the other side of this mirror.
And she and I used to
love to say goodbye
But is it terrible to say,
that we struggle to exchange
that word now
Her and I.