Falling in and out of love with: myself. Constantly.

She's beautiful, voluminous hair, clear olive skin, huge brown eyes, that when she looks at you, you melt. Curvy and with a laughter that moves the entire room. 
She walks with her shoulders straight and her head up high, although her stature deems her just a bit over five feet tall.
She doubts herself, for more than five minutes each day, questions every move she makes and is ever too careful of the words she says aloud, and the tone she speaks them in.

I live in my head, sometimes I follow myself around
As if with a camera shooting and documenting this life I am living
Jotting down every detail in my head, my witty jokes
The colors of walls, scents in the air and gestures that cross your face

heartbroken, its a beautiful thing, to deconstruct and reconstruct identify, progress and transform