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god i miss feeling comfortable in my own skin
to feel at home
under pale folds
the bits that hang over your jeans
used to tuck away
but now, i hold you and i
want to love you
a body that has been through war
felt cold hands where they
did not belong and
wonder what she could have been
had they never touched at all
but nevermind
because the scars add to
the portrait
create depth with
lines like warrior cries
tiger stripes
galaxy skies
a body that tells a story
that only you and her
can comprehend
and what a story it
foretold
a tale of triumph and
strength
climbed enough
bloody mountains
for decades and years
perhaps now she deserves
respite.

sometimes, i look in the
mirror and i
smile
she smiles back
realise the way
my eyes crinkle at the ends
and i feel
warmth.
stand there
hold myself
like i long to be held
long to feel
like i belong here
one day i will be worthy
to love this home
like she has loved
me