shaping up

I know I can’t keep up with you, I mean, sometimes it hurts to even move and we both know it’s my own fault.

But you touch and kiss and love my body like no one else ever has, even at the biggest it’s ever been.

Maybe you dream of me being better, and I do too, for you; I want to fix these aching legs and run.

This was written for Tri-Writing with Maya Stein, 3 lines for 21 days. Photo by João Ferreira on Unsplash