Starry Eyed Grin

I wonder who you were before you took those parts of yourself you were ridiculed for and buried them alive, giving the chambers of the heart a new meaning. I wish I could unearth those pieces of you. If I could, I’d pull them out from underneath all of the insults you couldn’t forget and the self-deprecating things you told yourself as a result. I’d make sure to brush off every cobweb and blow away the dust just so I could see your real smile. I’d watch it break across your face like the sweet morning sunrise as you told me about the things that made you shudder and the things that made you warmer than any summer we’ve ever known. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. If only you knew just how precious those parts of you are. If only you could believe it.