I’m not that kind of girl

When he told me not to hide my scars, he turned every one into a cherry blossom as I blushed. His mouth was on a mission of discovery and I have a penchant for unwavering eyes and soft lips. He spends every day on my rough edges with his tongue on my thighs making me spend every day forgiving me.

Above that ricocheted silence lies everything that’s ever been said. Including every I need you, and baby, I’m going to love you madly, and love you in days your heart has nothing to wear, with you here or with you there.