Flaws and Freckles.

I mumble chew and swallow my own words, as I do not have the confidence to trust my own voice.

I’m clumsy and I hide behind my grown out bangs on days where I am silent. I bite my nails roughly and sip on coffee at least 3 times a day.

And yes,

I stay up late doubting my choices and looking back at my hectic past. I then usually regret it in the morning when I see shades of grey under my glass brown eyes.

Sometimes I’m too forgiving. My heart is weak and my ambitions are soft, and then again I’ll hide my feelings instead of getting hurt. I think I am nothing but a wilting flower.

One of these days, I’m going to notice how my freckles scattered upon my body are constellations, my curves are the dips in the milky and I am nothing but blossoming.

I’m going to find out that I am not only a flower, but I’ll enjoy the fact that there are gardens that lie within me.

My body is my home,

and it is all I have.