Falling on the floor

my words jump out in fragments

my tears fall down in jags

my breath comes in like skipping

my eyes distort the light

My mouth forms such a little shape

or hides behind my teeth

pleading not to be called to lie

pleading not to be called to speak

could you love me for what i do wrong?

could you love me for what matters?

a million things i’ll hide behind

can you cut away the shadows?

I want to be found

so i take a step away

because a foot could make a difference

and your feet could run away

can you love me for what i exaggerate?

can you love me for the fears i create?

can you love me for the things i lack?

can you love the brain my thoughts attack?

My tears take turns now

playing nice

my eyes are swollen

with quiet advice

my thoughts now jog

instead of racing

my breath is steady

soundly pacing

does anybody love these things?

or are my musings, merely flings?