The way

the way you smile

the way you look at the sky when it cracks open

the way you hold things close

like you're just about to lose them,

and you're so afraid of losing them

that you will never let go,

the way you joke around

when something makes you feel uncomfortable,

like people wouldn't appreciate your true self

if it weren't for your black humor;

but you have never seen me in my true colors,

you don't know that you wouldn't have to hold me close

I wouldn't leave

I don't give a damn about your jokes

you're so much more than that,

and you don't even know it.


articol scris de Anastasia Hangiu

fotograf Daniel Lăpădat