Well Hello You! Guess who's enjoying themselves and living life for them. It's you! And oh they feel it. They smell it, they know it and oh boy, they want it back not genuinely but selfishly. Because that glow up is personal and it shows deep within your core soul. What they didn't realized was you were the mirror that they avoided for so long. Now they finally see you. It's too bad. You are already gone. 

 

She Was the Mirror

He used your softness

like a balm for his bruised ego—

took comfort in your light

while dimming yours.

You poured love like water

into his cracks,

while he drank without gratitude,

mistaking your healing

for something he was owed.

 

He whispered half-truths

to keep you near,

offered bare minimums

in exchange for your everything.

Crafted a connection

he thought he could control,

thinking if he kept you confused,

he’d keep you close.

 

He misjudged you.

Thought you was there to save him.

Thought your heart was his tool,

Your soul, his shelter.

But you was never a place to hide—

You were always a place to rise.

 

He mistook their divine collision

for convenience.

Reduced something sacred

to survival.

But even as he fed on your energy,

You was awakening.

Bit by bit,

lie by lie,

You saw.

 

You didn’t break—

You remembered.

You didn’t scream—

You silenced the noise.

You didn’t beg—

You chose herself.

 

Now,

he watches from afar

as you glows up—

BVI Festival-ready,

face radiant,

laugh loud and free,

dancing in feathers and freedom.

 

You became everything

he couldn’t handle—

because you reflected everything

he refused to become.

 

You was the mirror

he avoided,

manipulated,

misused,

and still,

You rose in grace.

 

Now he finally sees:

he never lost a woman,

he lost a mirror.

And what he’s chasing

is the healed version of himself

he never had the courage to meet.