if my body was my home
i would live in her
instead of all the stoops and chipped mugs and rooms lingering with smoke and sex and beds with unmade sheets.
if my body was my home
i would decorate her
with glitter and maybe massage moisture into her pores and put smiles on her face instead of the clenched jaw.
if my body was my home
i would love her
like she is the only girl in the world and pick wild daisies and tuck it in her had and hold her hand when she is scared.
but she isn’t.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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I enjoyed this. you are always told you are not your body. but if you were at home with your body that would be better