You worshipped my body like praying in church
for the first time in years, I felt my worth.
But how could you, so picture-perfect
love someone like me? My body doesn’t deserve it.
Like you were sculpted from marble
You stroked my skin, left my soul heavy, steaming.
A man of your essence admiring my curves,
it didn’t make sense, but you held me, allured.
When I see my body it’s nothing but fiction.
If I can beat my shame, I can beat my ruthless affliction.
You taught me how to beat my mind’s disguise,
and now I can finally see myself
through your honest eyes.