I want you to take the pieces of me you don’t like and hang them in your office.
Until you learn to love them because they are what makes me me.
I want you to take the pieces of me you love and draw them in your notepad.
I want you to draw a rose with thorns that prick your fingers and make them bleed.
I want you to trace the outlines of the rose that’s not prickly that you love so much with your pen, scribbling all around until you can see how much you love them.
I want you to draw my lips pouting at you when I’m sad.
I want you to draw my tears with blue ink and realize you’re the only person who ever sees them.
I want you to take those tears you love so much and mix them in your tea.
Realize that those tears make my eyes look less empty.
I want you to realize your heart grows warm when you see me start my work for the day.
I want you to take all of you and I and make pound cake out of it so I can eat it when my tooth gets pulled.
I want to take that pound cake and go to bed with it.
Whether it’s peace or war between us always realize you have your tea mixed with my tears and I have pound cake in bed with me.