Love me for my soul

Don’t love the way I smile. It disappears when the world turns away. Don’t reach for my voice. It carries too many things I never said. Don’t admire the shape of me. This body is only temporary. If you want to love, step into the quiet places where I bury the parts no one has ever stayed long enough to hold. See the weight I carry when no one is watching. Trace the scars I’ve hidden even from myself. I don’t want grand gestures. I want presence — the kind that doesn’t ask me to become smaller to be kept. If you can sit with all of me — without needing to fix, without needing to flee — then maybe, just maybe, you’re here for my soul.