Read me 👓

Tell me about my eyes and how they shine off the light in my iris...

Or how my glasses are too big for my face.

Tell me about my voice and how it lacks emotion

Or how my voice breaks whenever I hear your name...

Tell me about my books, and how it annoys you... to find them all over the place.

Or how I rather wake up to black coffee, than... in your arms.

Tell me about my hands and how they're uneasy

Or how my morning runs drive you crazy...

Tell me about my bruises and how you can spot them from a far.

Or how you’re scared to grab me because my aches are too intense

Tell me about my sleeping patterns, and how I talk in my sleep.

Or how I stay up at nights listening to the same songs...

Tell me how unbelievable it is that I still see the best in you,

Or how I choose to believe your lies...

Read me tell me what you see... But please don’t pick me apart,

For coffee gives me patience, when your arms only give me empty promises.

For running clears my thoughts, when my time is limited with you.

For my books give me hope, when you run back into old habits.

For my voice gives us serenity in the middle of a storm.

For my glasses hide the tears and the tired eyes you leave.

For my bruises are reminders of the fragile stage of my heart.

Don’t question my loyalty for my sleepless nights, my tired mornings, my empty lunches, my shaky hands, my lonely days, my broken voice are all results of loving you.

-jossyflowers🌹