your body is your home
decorate it as you wish
to fit you and who you are

i know there is things on your home
you dont want me to see
you wear long sleeves in summer
and wear long shorts at the beach

but each time your jumper slips
or your skirt flips up
and your marks are for all to see

just remember that despite every effort
that you make to hide your home
to hurt your home and to
make your home not the prettiest

i will think of it as a mansion
i think of you as a burning star
in the darkest of nights

i see every scar and each time i do
i whisper i love you and to please
stay
stay,

stay.

nothing sweeter than a kiss on the cheek
on the eve of the night you decided to leave
its been two years now, isn’t that beautiful
isn’t that beautiful to see how
we’ve grown into little beings
who cry every once and a while
well i wake up in the middle of the night
and the neighbor is hammering, its alright
he’s not the one who peeked in on us
making love for the first time
panting like poets who forgot how to rhyme
it was the first and now its my last
you are my future my present and my god,
my past