Poetry Feelings

forty-two

i want to take the bits of you i love
and press them like flowers
between the pages of my favorite book

and i want to take all the scraps
that you dislike in yourself
and display them on my refrigerator

to show you i'm still proud
of the person you are
and the person you are becoming

but most of all, i want to spin you like a globe
and drag my finger across till it stops
to discover the pieces of you
that you've yet to reveal to anyone else

i want to wrap them up in linen
and place them in an old cigar box
i'd tuck it away safely
in the top drawer of my bedside table,
so you know i'll never let
those piece of you go

because when you share hidden parts
of yourself, with someone else,
you're trusting that person
to hold the secret sections
of your heart and to love the bits
you thought were unlovable.