The words "I love you"
don't fit quite right in your mouth
when you try to scream them to
the mirror.
Maybe it's because someone else
forgot to tell you.
Your happiness is like porcelain,
light and easy,
but just as simple to break.
When you look at yourself
you don't see what I see;
Sunshine crawling through your skin
as daisies grow within you.
Poems that scream inside of your mind
and freckles which form millions of constellations.
Lips tasting like nectar,
eyes like the universe,
with silk hair spilling over shoulders
and honey-like words seeping off your tongue.
It must be because all of the people who have shattered your perception before.
And I'm not entirely sure how,
but you managed to forget to pick up some of the pieces.
Although, that's okay,
because I want you to tell me
how exactly does an an angel get to Earth
without falling?
And how does the light shine through
without the wall cracking?
