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Jan 2016
I had never met a man
Who kissed my insecurities,
Tended my distorted perceptions,
And traced lips across my scarred skin.

I was worthy to be lavished upon.
In your eyes, I was more than a trophy.
My figure was temptful but valued;
Every penny was well-spent.

You brought back what should have been.
My previously unmet expectations
Brought my hopes down;
Your gentleness built them back up again.

We may not have worked out...
But your pursuit taught me a lesson:
I am lovely and fine with being "incomplete"
Three adventurous months with you... were enough for me.
For NM

I don't know if all of this makes sense. But, thank you for tending my wounds. Thank you for reminding me of what I deserve (and what I don't). For showing me how I should (and shouldn't) be treated. I am lovely; I should be treated as such.

Unsure of a title.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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