tell me more
if you told me a year ago that i would be treated the way i deserve to be and it would all be sudden,
i would probably just hand you a glass of liquor so we can pretend you never said it.
if you told me that i would experience that fleeting feeling again,
i would wince and call you a hopeless romantic.
if you told me that i have yet to experience the love that is persistent,
i would spend sleepless nights terrified by just the thought of it
i considered myself of no value, i admit
i was lost,
until he entered the story.
so if we meet again and you started talking about all these fairy tales,
i would probably hand you a cup of coffee and ask, “tell me more”
remind me about soulmates and right time and everything in between
because finally, the nightmares that used to haunt me every time i close my eyes are now rainbows and unicorns
and i know that it will not always be glorious
so tell me more
