they say love makes you a meticulous observer
and here
I begin to notice the way your eyes crease
when your smiles are real
the specific way your lips curl up at the corners
and the dimples that appear
especially when you throw your head back effortlessly
embracing the laughter that makes you momentarily forget
why you were once so sad
but its always there
lurking
waiting to pounce
a tyrant of misery
unleashed from the darkest corners of your mind
your brows sink
your shoulders slump
you exhale as if you're longing for each breath you take to be your last
and I notice it all
but what does it change
I see you on your good days and god knows I love you on your worst