Touching me and I'm ugly, and I'm fat, you grab my folds.
Look me into my eyes and tell me I'm beautiful,
"You're so special", no one's out to get you.
Lick the tears off of my face,
I'm a sponge, you're the sink and your hands are about to drain me, from my insecurities,
You give me such security.
Hands on my body, and I don't have to move your hands to places I'm not insecure,
People tell me I'm beautiful, but when you show it, it means more.
When you kiss me, never wonder if my breath stinks and if you're just trying to ignore it.
Straight face trying to hold your feels in.
Because you kiss me with breath in the mornings, and you're still smiling.
I guess I really make you happy.
Who am I without you,
I'm smiling and you're smiling too.
Hands on my body, a body I'm trying to change for you.
Hands in places I really want to.
Yet, you make me comfortable with everything you do.
You make me remember your imperfect too.
Keep me grounded, but not buried.
Keep me submerged in water, and I'm not drowning.
Could never hate myself with you around,
Could never be ugly with anyone but you.
Hands on my body, molded with love by you.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
