you talk endlessly about a pure love to behold among the perfect person but tell me why do you settle for less when you know what you truly want do you believe you are worth silver when your body is dressed in gold
i tighten my body with my blanket wrapping it around my cold skin pretending it is your warm body spooning me with strong security because my bed whispers stories that you are not coming for return
i want to fall in love with myself but i always seem to come acrosss a simple flaw among my living that makes me dislike me even more perhaps i should not let the flaws define me yet instead allow them to inspire me