I love you but
my body is still not perfect, still not skinny for you to keep your hands on it,
my skin still has imperfections, it's not smooth so that your fingers can glide over it and feel how imperfect it is,
my teeth are not white and even for you to look at my crooked smile,
my personality still isn't fixed so that you can like anything about me,
im not yet what you want me to be.
