To the girl I love
Show me all your fears and imperfections
Show me all your hopes and dreams
Tell me each chapter of the book of your past

I want to know the details of your veins
And the architecture I will soon praise
Your body is a temple
And I a priest

My mind can be your safe
Let your secrets flow from your mouth to my ears
I promise to protect every detail of information
Even from yourself

I will love you unconditionally
With each waking minute I will think of you
As I learn the curvature of your body
Even the parts you hate

To the girl I love
Will you open your heart
mind and body
**to me?

As things go on in the world
All I can think about is you
And how your "imperfections"
Are my favorite parts of **you

it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it's not
for
everybody
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.

You dance like the earth
As the equator effortlessly spins
Around your perfectly imperfect hips
Layered in cuts and scars.

Everyone stares and laughs at you
While you search for god
In the reopened scars
Opened by that same exact equator

The blood pours out
As you comb through the muscles and tissues
All while discarding what you believe
Is making you fat

But whats making you fat
Is embedded in the blueprints of your mind
As they dance along your brain
Eluding your grasp