i had forgotten what is was like to be loved
maybe I had just never felt it
I was lied to
I was never felt
or seen
I was only touched
or gawked at
until you
who looks past my skin
into the muscles that move only for you
who feels me
every freckle and scar
it has been so long since someone worked to have me
actually
it never has happened
you are a daydream I had when I was young
how is it that you feel just like it?
how is it that no matter what you do I crave you?
you don’t have to be perfect for me
you can be impatient
short tempered
as long as you come back down to love me
as long as you keep looking at me the way you do
I can still see the love in your eyes through the blaze
I can see the future in your calloused hands
The format of this is beautiful.