I thought you were the most
beautiful creature,
the way you smelled like
you knew all my terrible secrets
and the way you touched  
my hand anyway, like
it was perfectly okay
not to be perfect
  
and then you got even more
beautiful when you laid down
on my bed for the first time
with your hipbones pointing toward
the ceiling that i had stared at
so many nights when i couldnt sleep,
and the curve of your back tickling  
the bed sheets i had lain in  
night after night
fearing they would never be touched by  
another body, and you  
were surrounded by so much of me
  
  
you smelled my pillow and
looked at the pictures on my wall
and you smiled because you knew
all my terrible secrets and you  
*stayed anyway.