A reflection of a memory 
blurred and hazed

she is me 
I am her

Our emotions 
called everything 
but healthy 

normal not in the vocabulary 

she’s too much 

Shes a hard one to deal with 

she’s a cry baby

25 and I’m still crying 
holding my 2 month old 

Who also has a fragil heart 

I already see fimilar expressions 
the ones I’ve caught in my reflections

I look at her 
tear stained 

and I know she’s looking at me 

my tears now scars as they pour down my cheeks