By Lauren Salvo

We wake up to the untold stories of us
that they think they know,
the voices in the background that scream
doubts into our ears.
Listen to me and I will listen to you.

They smell like jealousy, but
we smell like passion.

Their thoughts of us can be so sour,
but your lips taste so sweet.
They look at us and they can tell.
But don’t be afraid to open your
blue eyes to what we are
and what we can be.

Their words hit us like a ton of bricks,
but we hold each other to heal the bruises.
Now, you can close your eyes and fall asleep
right here next to me.