All your marks
are etched in my mind
Your stretchmarks that run like an art from your chest to your shoulder
I said they were beautiful
While kissing themYou kissed me cause they were your biggest insecure.
But the mark i loved the most was the
the three freckles that formed like a triangle on the base of your neck,
It matches mine.
YOU ARE READING
I'll write about you 'til it doesn't hurt anymore
Romanceshort poems, prose inspired by Rupi Kaur's Milk and Honey