I don't hate them anymore though.
I don't hate my love handles or my knees or my shoulders.
And that space between my ear and jaw?
Your lips made me love my laugh and my obsession with anime.
I told you too many times i'd lose myself.
Worth it, we can love. you said.
Not in the back seat kind of love or the back of the movie theater kind of love.
The kind of love that listens to AM not FM. The kind that watercolors our life and warns me your bad and I promise I don't care. The kind that pretends to steel subs out of the back of cars. The kind that memorizes every word of Hayo Miazakies "Howels moving castle". We went swimming with our clothes on. And we put flowers in our hair. Searched for tree houses. Picnicked
in the back of strangers yards. I've never laid close to you and I'm okay with that. the only thing I've touched of you is your lips and I promise i'm okay with that.
But I'm losing myself and we both know "worth it" meant "I can't".
