Read Me

If you could only understand my language. I don’t mean the sounds that leave my opening and closing lips (although you cannot understand those all the same), but I mean my heart. It is quite unfortunate that you are not a mind reader, my clueless love, because my mouth may move far too much, but my mind moves miles and covers much more important ground. If you could see yourself from my eyes you might see the beauty I see in you even when we’re at our worst. Then, you might understand my anger, so rash and incomprehensible to your sane mind. See, my mind is not sane, love. It’s so wrapped up in your being that it forgets my own needs.

So, if you could only read the language my body speaks then you’d understand me eternally. If you could see the way me leaning towards you when we are near means I want you to hold me. If you could understand the sadness in my swift and angry movements when we argue. If you could feel the warmth of my hand placed “randomly” (but strategically) on your leg, arm, shoulder, and face and understand this means “I want you”.

I love your whole being in so many more ways than words can depict. Unfortunately, the real me is stowed away inside of my head and my emotions for you are tucked safely even deeper for use in every gesture. The same gestures you do not understand. If I may have a moment to explain this love, it would never make as much sense as if you could one day read me like you read my words,


But with more understanding.