Nothing makes me feel better like your arms around me.
(Source: maracatuatomico1)
She couldn’t help it.
She tried not to…
But it was just habit now.
Looking at herself in
The full length mirror
After her shower…She would stare
She would assess
She would sigh
And shake her head
And try so hard
Not to cry…She would turn and walk away…
Shoulders sagging a little lower,
Spirits dragging a little heavier.He watched her.
He hated seeing her like this.
He could not understand her sadness
Or the fact that she wouldn’t
Share her troubled thoughts
With him.So he waited…
Until the next time.
And when she stood
Sighing sadly in the mirror
He crept up behind her
And took her in his arms
Keeping her from pulling away
“Keep looking,” he instructed,
“But tell me what you see.”His heart broke
As she listed off
All the flaws that
She saw staring back at her.
She talked of sags
And of bags
And the stripes
That marked her hips
And abdomen
As the tears of shame
Streaked her cheeks
and her voice
Was a whisper
Of disappointment.He took a shaking breath
And swallowed his own tears
And in her ear
He hoarsely whispered…“These breasts that sag,
As you say they do,
Have provided nourishment
To our children
And comfort and pleasure
To me.
The skin that is not as tight
Shows the fight that you fought
To be healthy and live longer
So we can grow older
Together.
These stripes?
They are the story
That tell of the growth
Of the life inside you
That we created
Together in love
And you carried
Selflessly and beautifully
And that You fought so hard
To bring safely into this world.”He took a deep breath…
“You may see flaws
And things to cut and tuck…
But I see the woman
Who makes me hard
Who has comforted me
Who has supported me
Who has loved me
And who is mine.I see poetry in motion
And beauty personified.And someone I want to spend
Making love to
For all the days
Of our lives.But first….
The mirror goes.The only reflection
That need matter
Is the one you see
In my eyes…Reflected in
My love.”And he kissed her.
(Source: softcurveahead)