how do i tell you
my soul lights up
when i think of you
without it being weird?
i’ve gotten to this really magical place where i like my own aesthetic a lot ???
like i wear collared shirts under my work t-shirts and i scribble eyeliner on my face and my hair is always messy but i like it. i like my weird hipster instagrams and working at a coffee shop ?
i like myself ????????
when someone walks in on you taking selfies
i’d be an anchor: a series of poems.
you make me feel like the world
is nuanced and brilliant again,
when it’s felt gray to me for so long.
i want you to know this,
this and so many things,
like the way it felt to just be near you,
but i can’t get the words out from my chest
where they’ve lodged themselves.
so i hold my breath and wait,
see if you’ll tell me the words
caught in your chest as well.