His Hatred Your Love
I never liked my eyes
He said they weren’t enough
But you tuck my hair behind my ears
to see the stars in my sky.
I always hated how the cold felt
because it reminded me of him,
but being cold means seeing you.
In your arms I’d like to melt.
I never liked the way my hips hung
He said they looked too weird
but I love the way you made me feel
when you traced them with your tongue
He hated my body, he hated my heart
and made me dislike them too.
But you came along and made me strong
to love me like you do
Copyright © Ngoc Tram Hong | Year Posted 2017
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