Don't dismiss me all passive aggressively.
I'm a person.
Not a class.

Nonetheless, I'm sorry I got defensive and
For this passive aggressive apology.

I love you all the same.

Skinny is not synonymous with confident. Nor is funny synonymous with happy. But if you weigh 110 pounds, and make people laugh they will ignore your tear stained cheeks. They will overlook the limpness of your movements.

You could fall dead without having been known by anyone. They will peer at your corpse and claim to have known you. They may even cry.

Had I been fat and humorless they would have known me.

I shouted "I love you" inside the walls of my mind.
(Did you hear it?)
I pressed the words outward into the universe.
(Did you feel it?)
I pushed them through your nerve endings
and looped them through your blood vessels.

I thought about lying with my head in your lap.
I projected this image behind your eyes.
I painted still frames on the palms of your hands
and let you streak your clothes with memories.

I want to get naked with you always.
I want to be your *******.
I want your kisses in the night
when my legs feel heavy and I can't get to sleep.
I want your thousand mile wide smile
edging me deeper into euphoria.

And even if you didn't want me anymore, I wouldn't regret wanting you.
Because who can blame me for wanting to touch something perfect

The thing about love
is that every time it seems more real than the last.

This person won't hurt me.
*The third time's the charm.

Maybe beauty can run deeper than my skin
Because my skin is quite thin in the first place.

There
Is
A
Purpose
Behind
This
Pain.

I promise you.