You Make Me Love Every Part Of Myself (Even The Gross Stuff)
And so with you, this is all new,
all trust, no glamour.
And so with you, this is all new,
all trust, no glamour.
I am terrified of my ugly.
I am a hand puppet, with strings at my lips,
and I am never silent in my contortions.
I as woman am used to inconveniencing men with my hysterics,
or inconceivable, unattainable,
too much work
I fall asleep with the candle burning, because
I vaguely want it all to burn down at hour 13,
but I wake up.
that coy sweet vanilla body spray
mixed with expectation
and I could taste skin
before I could even see it.