You saw
my least loved
features and
taught me
to appreciate them
you lay your
finger on each
scar,
each mark,
each fold of my flesh-
that got so used to being hidden
I tremble under the
sincerity of your touch
for the parts of me
that got so used to
judgement and criticism
suddenly has someone that
sees them as
beautiful
YOU ARE READING
Unconditional
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