Your body is a poem,
And I want to trace every word,
Every line,
With my fingers.
I want to read the good,
I want to know the bad,
I want to feel your scars,
Not just with my fingers, but with my heart.
I want to know why there's a page ripped out of you,
And thrown away,
Like it never even happened.
I want to look in your eyes and know what you're thinking.
I want to touch your heart, and know what you're feeling.
You're a poem, and I want to memorize every line.
