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 13.
you're 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk
about your interest for "too long,"
apologies littering every other sentence ,
words trailing off a cliff you haven't jumped from in 7 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."
YOU ARE READING
felicity
Poetrya view poems and quotes that I have been collecting, thought they were worth sharing. all credit to the writers.