Tell me,
Reveal yourself to me,
Unveil the quiet moments you keep hidden.
Tell me what song whispers through your soul
In the still of the night,
When the world slumbers,
And you, a quiet wanderer,
Scroll through the dim glow of your screen
At 2 a.m.,
Your face bathed in the glow of secrets
Only the night understands.
Let me watch you,
Quietly pacing through your kitchen,
The soft hum of your thoughts dancing in tune
With the sizzle of breakfast on a Sunday morning.
Tell me of the steam curling from your cup,
As you stir your coffee, or tea,
Lost in the simple rhythm
Of a moment that feels like forever.
Tell me that one line from a song
That pulls your heart into a thousand pieces,
A weight so heavy it drops to your stomach,
A line that echoes in your chest,
Long after the music fades.
Tell me of a moment from when you were nine,
The one that makes you grin
Like the world’s secrets are yours alone,
And the one that brings tears,
The one that whispers of things
You can never quite let go.
Let me see you,
Sitting in your quiet space,
Telling me your stories,
Weaving words like threads
That stitch the fabric of your being together.
Tell me what you see,
Right before sleep claims you—
Those fleeting images
That blur the line between dreams and memory.
I want to know the details,
The ones people overlook,
The quiet truths others fail to see.
Tell me about your scars,
The ones time can’t erase,
The ones that speak without words.
Text me,
Without the formality of a hello,
And pour out the anger you felt this morning,
The irritation that clung to your skin,
Until it couldn’t be ignored.
Send me paragraphs,
The ones that recount the moment
Your world shifted,
When something inside you cracked open
And let the light of new understanding pour in.
Call me when I’m half asleep,
And tell me why you adore avocado,
Or unravel some truth so odd
That I’ll question my choice
To pick up your phone call.
Tell me of the first time
You saw your mother shed tears,
And how it reshaped the world
In ways words could never explain.
I want to know your favorite book,
The lines that bleed truth onto your soul,
The words you highlighted
Like a treasure map to the parts of you
That only literature can unlock.
Tell me of the book that made you laugh
Until your ribs ached,
And the one that tore your heart apart
Until all that remained was longing.
I want to see you—
I want to read the story of you
In the quiet moments,
In the small details,
That others never notice.
Go on,
For hours if you must,
Tell me about the things
That don’t seem important,
But I promise you,
I’ll hang on to every word,
Every pause, every sigh,
Because I love those things.
I love them more than you’ll ever know.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 8:16 AM UTC
Tell me,
Reveal yourself to me,
Unveil the quiet moments you keep hidden.
Tell me what song whispers through your soul
In the still of the night,
When the world slumbers,
And you, a quiet wanderer,
Scroll through the dim glow of your screen
At 2 a.m.,
Your face bathed in the glow of secrets
Only the night understands.
Let me watch you,
Quietly pacing through your kitchen,
The soft hum of your thoughts dancing in tune
With the sizzle of breakfast on a Sunday morning.
Tell me of the steam curling from your cup,
As you stir your coffee, or tea,
Lost in the simple rhythm
Of a moment that feels like forever.
Tell me that one line from a song
That pulls your heart into a thousand pieces,
A weight so heavy it drops to your stomach,
A line that echoes in your chest,
Long after the music fades.
Tell me of a moment from when you were nine,
The one that makes you grin
Like the world’s secrets are yours alone,
And the one that brings tears,
The one that whispers of things
You can never quite let go.
Let me see you,
Sitting in your quiet space,
Telling me your stories,
Weaving words like threads
That stitch the fabric of your being together.
Tell me what you see,
Right before sleep claims you—
Those fleeting images
That blur the line between dreams and memory.
I want to know the details,
The ones people overlook,
The quiet truths others fail to see.
Tell me about your scars,
The ones time can’t erase,
The ones that speak without words.
Text me,
Without the formality of a hello,
And pour out the anger you felt this morning,
The irritation that clung to your skin,
Until it couldn’t be ignored.
Send me paragraphs,
The ones that recount the moment
Your world shifted,
When something inside you cracked open
And let the light of new understanding pour in.
Call me when I’m half asleep,
And tell me why you adore avocado,
Or unravel some truth so odd
That I’ll question my choice
To pick up your phone call.
Tell me of the first time
You saw your mother shed tears,
And how it reshaped the world
In ways words could never explain.
I want to know your favorite book,
The lines that bleed truth onto your soul,
The words you highlighted
Like a treasure map to the parts of you
That only literature can unlock.
Tell me of the book that made you laugh
Until your ribs ached,
And the one that tore your heart apart
Until all that remained was longing.
I want to see you—
I want to read the story of you
In the quiet moments,
In the small details,
That others never notice.
Go on,
For hours if you must,
Tell me about the things
That don’t seem important,
But I promise you,
I’ll hang on to every word,
Every pause, every sigh,
Because I love those things.
I love them more than you’ll ever know.
To my love,
N.K
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