I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 A.M , I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you can hear the echos.
If I don’t call you
[ Its because I’m waiting for you to call me ]
When I walk away from you mad
[ Follow me
]When I stare at your lips
[ Kiss me]
When I push you or hit you
[ Grab me and don’t let go
]When I start cussing at you
[ Kiss me and tell me you love me ]
When I’m quiet
[ Ask me what’s wrong ]
When I ignore you
[ Give me your attention ]
When I pull away
[ Pull me back ]
When you see me at my worst
[ Tell me I’m beautiful
]When you see me start crying
[Just hold me and don’t say a word
]When you see me walking
[ Sneak up and hug my waist from behind
]When I’m scared
[ Protect me]
When I lay my head on your shoulder
[ Tilt my head up and kiss me
(if you want to) ]
When I tease you
[ Tease me back and make me laugh ]
When I don’t answer for a long time
[ reassure me that everything is okay ]
When I look at you with doubt
[ Back yourself up ]
When I say that I like you
[ I really do more than you could understand ]
When I grab at your hands
[ Hold mine and play with my fingers ]
When I bump into you
[ bump into me back and make me laugh ]
When I tell you a secret
[ keep it safe and untold ]
When I look at you in your eyes
[ don’t look away until i do ]
When I miss you
[ I’m hurting inside ]
