It was as though my secrets were embedded like smile lines.
And you were the key carving out my cheek bones.
Because four shots of espresso never tasted so fulfilling.
And mediocre coffee shop soundtracks never sounded so soothing.

I listened to your tall tales that made me feel shorter.
I felt your walls gently falling like a cotton filled earthquake.
I couldn't help but watch a beautiful disaster take place.

I noticed you don’t see well.
A mirrored image doesn't suffice.
But I’m hoping a few kind words a day will help.
Because I refuse to watch an impeccable soul settle for less.

So I’ll write it down.
I’ll figure it in words.
Then I’ll crumble it up and bury it beneath the soil in your skin.
Aiming to be the water *** that helps you bloom into self-realization.

You, my dear.
Possess qualities families could make homes from.
Open your gaze, for me.
See yourself, for you are wonderful midst your darkness.