“I want to do to you what the spring does to the cherry trees.”- Pablo Neruda
I want you to know that I am small. I am fragile.
I am afraid of things like deep waters
and letting go and holding on too long.
I like the way sleep makes you feel like a child again (sometimes)
and the way crying makes you feel human, and authentic
and the way the same chocolate will taste better on easter.
I want you to know that I pinch the back of my legs when I’m about to cry
that I don’t like the way winter makes you sad and sleepy
and even the flowers close their eyes and hibernate
I like to sneeze, and the way coffee shops smell in June.
the feeling of a new pair of socks
I stay awake because I like the heavy eyelids and honesty of 4am.
people touch their lips with their left hand when they are lying.