We could be twin hearts if the mirrors to our souls are any indicationMature

I grew up with skinned knees and a mouth too big for my body.
My mother always told me that nice boys don’t like girls
who wear their hearts on their sleeves and their thoughts like
tattoos on their skin, but I never understood why nice boys
would like girls with lips sewn shut.  I do not hide the shipwrecks
of my heart and she spent years trying to break me of my habits
but I am not so dishonest as she wishes me to be.
At night, I watch the stars move across the sky and I think to myself
that I do not deserve you, that maybe my mother was right.
The morning light reminds me that I have nothing to hide.

The End

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