Scream Poems

7.2

My biggest fear isn't that you'll lie to me, or cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you'll wake up before me, one Tuesday morning, and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you'll look at my sleeping body and begin to notice all my flaws.

My crooked nose, my chapped lips, and my stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a roadmap. You'll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You'll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I'm always right and how selfish I can be.

You'll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight, stare at the window frame and come to the conclusion that for no particular at all, you don't love me anymore.

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Not mine.