This body.
Oh god, this body.
This body I\'m trapped in.
This body that makes me stand in front of my dirty mirror
and scrutinize every mistake.
This body that feels like a worn down building,
that is crumbling with every breath I take.
I am stuck with this body.
But you are not.
This body is not your burden to carry, to love, to hold.
Yet, you do it anyways.
And when you do all I can think is,
Oh god, this body.
This body that gets to feel every kiss you give,
every touch you offer,
every shivering breathe you exhale onto my skin.
You rebuild this old building into a sacred temple that you see worthy of worship.
And oh god, this body.
I hate it, but with every heart beat you press against me,
I know I can learn to love it.