Don’t tell me that I am beautiful

Quit telling me I am smart

Tell me you like the way my eyes light up

When I discover something new


Tell me you love the way my fingers

Fit between yours like a puzzle that’s been solved

Kiss the birthmark on my forearm and

Trace constellations in the freckles on my back


Say you love the way I think

How my brain picks apart seemingly unimportant details

Show me how the colors of my mind

Collide with yours to create a rainbow


Pick me up and twirl me around

Like they do in the movies

Watch me like I’m

One of your old favorite television shows


Don’t tell me I’m pretty

Make me feel like the moon herself

Published by Jasmine Uitto