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[laceyslostlove]

a poem i wrote for wes three years ago....when everything was uncertain.

bruises in the shape of your finger
prints cover my hips
and thighs
and it makes me smile [because]
i'm so iron deficient that despite
your efforts to keep this all quiet
my body refuses to lie
and you say only I, left the marks
on your back knowing it'll make me smile
and as much as i wish you'd love me
i'm just not what it takes
for you to lose your breath
i'm not enough or right or certain
and you can't love me the way i need you to yet
i learned long ago that
while we understand each other perfectly
we may never be enough for one another
but more than addicted to you
and the idea of walking away is laughable