I don’t know for it’s the way she makes me laugh or the pain in her past but I know she’s perfect.
I don’t know if every roll on her stomach is blessing waiting for me or if it’s something she despises more than herself.
And even in this sea of uncertainties I have to say I know I’ve found Her.
Her, with a smile filled with gumdrops and honeydew flavor
Her, telling me my tummy isn’t that bad, that this body isn’t a disaster before her eyes, one I’ve been hiding from humanity for far too long.
Although I’m in denial that I love her, I am positive that she makes me smile when images of a figure so Devine grace my phone screen, one that I didn’t request.
You’d think I was crazy how many times I’ve day dreamt of such in my grasp, I wish she was in my hands where she was supposed to be.
Safe from judgement put upon her by her own self-conscious mind.
I wish I knew the feeling was mutual so wouldn’t feel so goddamn crazy for being crazy about a girl who makes me feel good about myself and all the faults in my crevices.
I want to be completely engulfed in her sweet skin that tells stories of heart breaks and sad nights that resulted in bad things.
I want to be with her.
All while she thinks I’m crazy for being crazy about her, I wish she knew how completely compelling and utterly high the experience that is her makes me.
She’s a Masterpiece I can’t keep my eyes off of.