You are the mirror image
Of all that is bad in me
You used that knowledge against me
To make me feel weak
With your manipulation
Your abuse
Your twisted truth
Your reflection always dark and distorted
I am not the cracked mirror
You are
At least I had the courage to admit
That I was afraid
That I had no idea what I was doing
But that I wanted to learn
To find a place
For my heart to live
At least I was honest
When I leaped
As terrified as I was
I still leaped
And embraced my truth
And went after what I wanted
Even in the face of adversity
I didn’t and still don’t have all the answers
But I have never hidden behind
The cracks in the mirror
You are the weak one
You are the coward
You are the beautiful
And I loved you regardless
Even though
I always knew
Because I thought
You loved me too

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A late-bloomer who definitely came out crooked, dove in, got a little broken, patched herself up again and...voila! Upright ;) Sort of lol.

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