my love,
i'm so sorry if i don't compare
the freckles on your cheeks
and the stretch marks on your thighs
to stardust or supernovas.
my love,
you're more than an overused
cosmic wonder
you're an enchanting mellifluous melody
you're a masterpiece.
(full of flaws just like everyone)
my love,
i'm so sorry that i can't help you
fight those grotesque monsters
playing with your head
that make you hopeless and despondent,
for i am struggling with the voices inside my head.
my love,
all i do know is
that i'll love you and hold your hand
even on days when can't seem to
love the bones and skin
that make you.
it's a journey i'm willing to go on with you.
STOP! TELLING! PEOPLE! STRUGGLING! WITH! SELF LOVE ISSUES! THAT! NO! ONE! WILL! LOVE! THEM! UNTIL! THEY! LOVE! THEMSELVES!
