my body

your bones protruding through skin

nails through blocks of wood

this is not love.

 

and skipping dessert

for a boy

who never looks in your direction

this will not make him notice you.

 

but i will hold you tight

my beautiful body

where stretch marks and scars abound

and we will love each other

this is a new day.

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