I hold my love for you like the frail egg of a blue jay, and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on. There is a thumping beat within threatening to break free from thin shell. I gently cup this in my palm and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart, a thought to soothe my worries and feed a
I pretend I don't know why I take you. But really, I like to chronicle my days, my moods, my looks. Did I put makeup on that day? Was I tired? Was I happy? Smiling? Forcing a smile? Using a filter? The truth is written all over my face, if you know where to look.