tell me what keeps you awake at 2 am whether it’s the girl who took the knife of her absence and stabbed it into your sternum or the loneliness that swallows your skin
play the one song which releases the floodgates in your eyes and let me listen to it over and over again until i find which line makes your heart drop to your stomach
describe the story of your body to me tell me of the invisible scars too and with each detail you describe i will make a map so i know which road bumps to avoid or which holy sites to fall to my knees and kiss the ground of
remember that i wear a mask brimming with self confidence and an armor of words that are both easy to tear for they were thin like tissue to begin with i am sensitive taking to hurt the way a sponge absorbs water
do not hide me behind closed doors or keep me entrapped in bed sheets when you walk past me, do not pull your hood over your head and avert your gaze i need you to look at my eyes as if they illuminated the entire world and kiss my lips as if they are what allow you to breathe
open the door. bring me flowers. because the only boy who did either was my 5th grade boyfriend
be willing to meet my family and friends for they were the ones who created the marble statue whom you marvel at today
take note of how my heart is a reflection of myself how she is too kind and will kiss the same man who tore her in two so please do not say words which will make her wings flutter if you are not ready to be the nest she flies to
let me know that me, as myself, i am enough that i do not need to be a chameleon dipping myself in new colors each day to please you
remember the little things about me like how my first phrase i uttered was shut up to a man in an elevator or the delight i take in handwritten letters and mix CDs, or the significance of my first tattoo because everything about you is being etched into the walls of mind so that i can never forget
trace your fingers with a loving tenderness over my scars from the times i transformed my body into a crucifix pinning my hands and feet onto a cross out of habit thinking love was a word synoymous with self sacrifice
you must learn my language know what zips my lips into silence know the difference between when i want to give up versus when i will actually do so and be there to hold me when the seams start to unravel
if you want me to love you know that many have tried and failed that people like me are not meant to be soft if you want me to love you know that to me love is not a word you spit out of your mouth and juggle in your hands you need to promise that our love won’t be like an hourglass for my body has been disfgured enough from the times my chest turned inside out from the pang of abadonment if you want me to love you reaffirm my body is a kindgom, my heart is the treasure, and that i am your queen paint pictures for me in what you do and say telling me i am worthy to be loved, worthy to be kept, and worthy to stay
but if you really want me to fall in love with you tell me what you see right before you close your eyes at night to fall asleep and if you tell me it’s me i will fall unfathomably further for you than i already have