who are you?

my soul is an accumulation of things.

i am the girl who curls into a ball at 2 am, one so tight that

even she believes she’s holding herself together

i am the girl who holds photographs like memories that will slip

between her fingers

i am the carefree laugh, jumping from moment to moment

you will see me in the split second of eye contact

in the warm smile you give to stangers

i am your favorite song during all the parts you know by heart

i am the warm, stagnant summer air

as it calmly fills all the spaces you don’t inhabit

i am as familiar as the weeds that pop up in spring

my soul is a mirror of all the things you do not want to acknowledge

and it will make you see yourself, too.