Read Me

Read me like you're under the sheets holding a quivering flashlight reading a book Mommy told you not to but that you told yourself that you could. Read me like the paper thin news that you strain to hear every morning but then jerk back in disgust at when you realize its its contents. Read me like the person you wish you knew how to read and that you want to more than just about anything but know that really you shouldn't. Read me like the dictionary on your paint-peeling kitchen bookshelf that is boring yet holds truths about life that you wish with all your might weren't true. Read me like you have tried so constantly to read your fading falling self that I say I care so much about but you won't listen. Read me like the anxious mess that I am when I even hear about the past I can't change and the future I want so badly to make better.

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