open your eyes and look at me. feel the whisper of my sleeping breath brush across your skin. trace calloused fingers over my bitten lips. taste the salt on my skin, the wind's kiss that lay forgotten after spring's last storm. ghost kisses over the small of my back, the slope of my shoulder, where the scars and scuffs reside and i was rendered unbeautiful. hold my hand in yours and run your fingers over my bruised knuckles; take each injury in your palm and brush it away. learn the stories of my skin, the tales of my tarnished scars. prove to me that you can love me. look at me.
