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i thought you were perfect

until you took off your jacket

and the sun highlighted every scar

that ran up and down your arms

in horizontal lines that couldn't

even be compared to the

most beautiful horizons.

your arms held stories most

people wouldn't look at twice,

or even think about reading but i

wanted to memorize every scar

that was once a red line,

like i had memorized every line

to my favorite poem

i wanted to tell you even though

you're beautiful with all your scars,

the reasons they they came to be,

they will never make me think of you

any less than what you are to me;

perfect