You are, to me... me, but far more lovely
Both in your complicated personality and physically
Though I know that you won't appreciate the latter half of that compliment even remotely
I know it to be true just by looking at pictures of you as I do, reverently

Now, onto the point of this rhyming note, this poem of recent and not so recent happenings
I just had a chance to read a public diary of yours, covering beginnings and endings
It tore me up inside to view what happened through your eyes, to have lost what seemed to be everything
To have been betrayed in such a manner carried out for such a long time, truly tugs on my heartstrings

You are My Mirror in so many ways, and I'm sad to see that you are in this as well
I also had my heart broken, though not so viciously, it was a slower kind of death, a cooler kind of hell
But, ultimately, we've ended up in the same kind of desolation, found a place for the new pain to dwell
We sit in the same darkness, using our pain to craft finely-skilled public apparel in emotional veils

So, here's a real smile that I give to you and to you alone of all I hold dear to my heart
I give it painfully, it's hard to relearn happiness, but you can't achieve it if you can't start
You also have my love, all of it if you ever want to try that road again, but for now, at least take part
I'll take part of yours in return, so we can take solace in each other, share in the reflections we both impart

For you, I will be positive for as long as I'm able with the support you give me
You asked me if I use someone I loved as a crutch, and I can honestly say I don't, truthfully
You are honestly more my reflection than she ever was, you represent more to me honestly
So, I write this to you, looking at the scars on my arm and smiling, it's helps to know that on a level there will always be a "we"

Love,
David "Dingo" Bleecher