Self Love

There was born a love so deep and stealth only the Creator knew about. It was this love that invented dessert This love that coupled cream with coffee. This love runs its hands on thighs and smiled, It strokes damaged hair again and again, And again. It is this love that laughs a thunder, This love that cries a river. It is invincible and seamless, fierce and strong! It lives beneath ribs yet complains not it is a brook that goes on. It is this love that sets alarm clocks, this love that writes reminder notes. So profound, so divine, this love. Then we started running blades on our arms.

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