Porcupine Love

There was a girl that once loved me, She was all furry like a kitten, Ever cute, ever radiant she was, I was the opposite, I was covered with quills all over, So rough and rugged like a King’s meadow that had turned to hay, But drawn to each other were we, We who knew no love, I knew no love because I never loved myself, I was my worst critic, And she knew no love because no one showed her how to, But drawn to each other were we, Like unlike poles of a magnet, And whenever we tried to touch, we repelled, I was too much of a pain for her as she was for me, So one by one, she plucked the quills off my body, And each time, I felt the pain of having a part of me being removed, But as soon as all my quills were gone, Then, and only then did she realize, That the time I had quills, was when I was the most beautiful, Now with scars all over my body, she just remembered, Marshmallows would’ve just been enough, Enough to cover my flaws, so that we could love again.