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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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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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