I apologize for my acne
Feeling uneasy within
The last person I was with
Would point it all out with a grin
Loving me was a chore
My conversations a bore
But here you are
Saying you adore every part of me
Even the flaws
You kissed my lips
till they’re delightfully raw
I apologize for the body hair
That I can’t bare to look at
That might be why the last one
Never cared to touch me
As I clutch this feeling of insecurity
But here you are
Back at my house
Pinning me to the floor
Imploring me, to let you kiss me
On every part of me that I abhor
Your blue eyes piercing
Your smile so kind
Honestly if it’s you…
For some reason
my brain doesn’t seem to mind
In hindsight
That person
Just wasn’t made for me
Projecting their own insecurities
I never should have stayed,
To their abuse I was a slave
But here you are now
With my head in your hands
And my heart at your feet
Honestly;
I’d be your slave in a fucking heartbeat
I feel a certain resistance
When I’m with you
Probably because I’ve been rejected physically
For so long
It makes me want to turn
This poem into a song…
I would call it
In your arms is where I belong.
