i put my fingers up to my face, touching every freckle and imperfection could see, connecting them like constellations.
just like how you used to.
i detatch them from my face and have them twirl my hair. my dull, straggly, weird hair.
just like how you used to.
i move to my nose and poke it. the same button nose you adored.
just like how you used to.
i move to my arms and hug myself tight.
just like how you used to.
i cuddle my pillow.
just how i used to.
i would never love another just like I used to.
so, i try to i love myself the way i loved you.
...
it's time to hide all these imperfections again.
-c.s.
YOU ARE READING
a letter adressed to you
Poesie'my hand writes the things my heart yearns, my mind screams, but my mouth doesn't dare speak.' for the hating, the healing, the happy, the hopeful, the loved, who loved, and the loving. //inspired by rupi kaur// //lowercase intended//
