Does he really love these stretch marks as he kisses along the deep purple, jagged indents in my skin?

How can he stare at this body
When I cant be in front of the mirror for longer than 2 minutes?

My belly the size of a watermelon for the 2nd time by no plan by the two of us.

I can't understand how he smiles everytime I change
Or how he still likes to whisper my name
But I'm lucky
To still feel loved by someone
Even though right now
That someone isn't me.