naked

For the lonely, the healing, the aching to love and to be loved.

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naked

Just as I cover my body

when I leave through the front door,

I cover my heart and soul

to please you when I come in.

Behind the long shirt,

too big to stay up on its own,

lies a person you don’t really

know.

And I wish I could strip naked for you,

that despite my scars and bruises,

you’d like what you see.

I wish that you wouldn’t mind the flab hanging

from my stomach,

the moles on my back,

or coarse endings of my

short hair.

But you're blind to the brightness on my face

and to the misery lying between my lips.

And like the moles on my back,

you are permanently attached

to your views.

I could love myself

a thousand times over,

but you’ll never love me

naked.

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