There she was, without clothes.
It hit me—I had never seen her truly naked.
Never had I seen the side of her that she keeps so dear, or the part of herself that scares her.
But I adored her anyway, adored that she always wanted to seem strong, even though even the strongest ones have a weakness.
Knowing I'm never going to see her truly naked.
I couldn't stop loving her, even though I wanted to see every goddamn part of her!
YOU ARE READING
The words I never say.
PoetrySome of my favorite quotes. I also myself made some, but it's not everyone that's mine and I will give credit if it ain't someone anonym.
