beautiful

7.

he calls me beautiful.

his words kiss my scars

and heal them in an instant

his fingers lightly run across

all the good and bad

that litters my skin.

he's exposed to it -

he knows my body's been

beaten and bruised

through countless rough times

and, with this knowledge,

he kisses further,

loving me unfazed.

his words never falter or tremble,

lips never chap.

his feelings are consistent

and his heart overflows with them

willingly reaching out

to me.

he calls me beautiful.

♡