Love Song #1015

I would say I’m pretty.

But ducking mirrors isn’t accidental,

There’s scars on my temples that aren’t ornamental.

 

I would say I’m raw.

That my flesh needs the warmth of yours to subsist,

But I’m just a child, and children persist.

 

I would say I’m fulfilled.

But patience and loving is all in the past,

I fought the riptide and sunk at half-mast.

 

But your smile was enough.

Had you held it a moment I would have forgot,

The heartbreak, the anguish, to hell with the lot.

 

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