Loved

I long to be winsome,
Fragile, in the
Beautiful sense.
Not lusted after
Because the scars
I bear, make me
Just simple enough
To conquer.
I wish to inspire
Wistful glances,
Little poems,
Sweet crinkles
In the corner of a smile.
To be loved
Just loved
Quietly, deeply,
Joyfully,
As though I were
Never lost at all.