Conflicting Desires

I want to worship the curve of her waist,
And fall in love with the way the sun hits her eyes.

I want to trace every scar and imperfection with my fingers,
And hold her hand when she is unsteady.

I want to engrave her smile into the clouds,
And look at it every day of my life.

I want to hold her when she cries,
And laugh along to every one of her jokes.

I want to look in the mirror,
And be able to love the girl looking back without first smashing the glass.

TheSilentPoet

VT

16 years old

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