I want to kiss you, everywhere, so badly. Your face, which you think is too soft. Your thighs, which you think are too big.
You don't love yourself the way I love you, and that's our greatest tragedy.
Perhaps you want less of you in the world, I wish you knew how that breaks me.
Because even in your insecurity, I can find a home.
You are home.
-Even villains need a place to call home.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poetrygive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
