do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest. the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze. the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day. you were 9. you're 13 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for "too long,"
apologies littering every other sentence, words trailing off a cliff you haven't jumped from in 4 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious. all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can't handle their own. but you will never be
and have never been
"too much."
-(via 6:47am) a letter to myself
YOU ARE READING
Expression
RandomA place to store my dark thoughts. A book to express myself. Includes poems, funny stories, tags, just about anything that pops into my mind :) Inspired by @pastel-llamas
