you can read me like a fucking book.
whether it's over text or in person.
you know when i'm sad, or mad, or just off.
the other night you asked me "is this one of your episodes?"
because in a split second i went from happy to angry.
i was trying to avoid you noticing
because i'm embarrassed of how quickly my mood can change
but as fast as it changed you caught me.
your face filled with concern as if you did something to upset me
but it wasn't you, i told you that and i watched a weight get lifted off your shoulders.
it bothers me that you can sense my mood shifts
i know it's good for me though.
you say it's easy to read my feelings
but you're the only one that can manage to do it
or at least care enough to notice.
YOU ARE READING
AS if i would write about you
Poetrywould you read it? A collection of poems about (mainly) one person making me feel heartache, growth, love, confusion, jealousy, toxicity, and vulnerability. I made the story gender-neutral, in hopes to broaden the horizon and to spread inclusivity...
