Never tell me what you think about me

While mimosas open for the moon,

Because my heart opens with them,

And your words would crush me

Like a stone.

Never cast your eyes sideways at me

At dusk, when four o'clocks

Confuse themselves with moths,

For I will be dumbfounded, too,

And go out like the broken-hearted stars at daybreak.

But just accept my flailings,

Please, my confusions,

My childish ways, my utter failures.

They're all I have to offer,

And if you take me as I am,

I will love you,

And I will flail my moth wings about your face,

And make my

Mistakes all over your body,

And you might like that.

-jenn