i like your crooked teeth,
and the fact that you’ve never
attempted to fix them.
i like your unruly eyebrows,
unkempt and raw, they intrigue me.
everything about you is so imperfect,
and its such a shame that those who have
come before me have not fallen in love with
all of your flaws, and its such a
travesty that you,
my love, cannot
see the beauty
in all of your
so called physical
inadequacies.