Tell me that I am beautiful even with my puffy eyes and sallow skin.
Tell me you need me , even if just a little bit .
Tell me that you not asking me how I am doesn’t mean you don’t care for me.
Tell me that you miss me sometimes but just don’t let me know .
Tell me that you have a few compliments in mind but are saving them for a special day.
Tell me you want to grab me and kiss me and love me the way I want you to .
Tell me that you don’t want me to stop loving you .
Tell me that may be someday you will love me too.
Tell me that you will miss me when I am gone .
Tell me that I am not worthless.
…. because the truth hurts so much. Mercy , mercy please .
— that mishmash