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i carry my flaws around tight to my chest, clinging onto its life. i pretend they’re not there some days; some days i pretend i am clinging onto the art of life and beauty. it is not art of shit or the beauty of anything.
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April 7th, 2017 | 1:35 A.M.

by peachygin

i carry my flaws around tight to my chest, clinging onto its life. i pretend they’re not there some days; some days i pretend i am clinging onto the art of life and beauty.

it is not art of shit or the beauty of anything.

these things about me- my indecisive skin, my bony knees, my curved nose, my stubby toes, my pouch of skin hiding the love for myself, the tangled lines running through my hair,

the scars racing against my hips, the “healed” tissue making a home on my body, and the extra fat on my chin that reminds me i’ll amount to nothing as long as i sit on my ass.

you came into my life when i needed to learn to love myself the most.

i still see the hairs straying from my eyebrows, the freckles playing hide and seek on my finger, on my legs, on my arms, and i still see the “o” in which my facial structure sings.

but, when it’s me and you, you do not mind these things. you allow your skin to touch mine, and oh god, when you do, i can see the galaxy in my own eyes and the curves of sunlight in my own smile.

you are teaching my how to love myself, even if it’s as small as a freckle on your index finger on your right hand.

do you know how you make me feel? like i am on top of the world, reaching for hercules, orion, the big dipper, the little dipper, leo, ursa, pergasus- all to give to you.

you deserve more than the stars, you deserve the constellations that complete the sky.when our skin touches, our souls feel. you send goosebumps from the soles of my feet to my hairline.

when your hand intertwines with mine, my fingers become braids falling to your feet. when you hold me, i am consumed by comfort and a home.

i want your arms to always be my forever home,where i can continue to learn how to love myself, no matter how challenging,and still love you as well.

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