I have acne on my skin.
Four dollars to my name.
A rumble on the right side of my car.
Stretch marks on my body like scars.
Hair that won’t hold a curl.
Shame that dances in my stomach in a twirl.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
I’m just a girl.
After all.
–S.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with acne scars that are hard not to notice.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with internal monologues that don’t lean towards bliss.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with eyes reflecting murky brown irises.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with big wrists.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with a tendency to vanish.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
Oh, how I wish.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 