What if I kiss all the spots you taught yourself to hate?
What if I placed my hands on them and left them still, long enough for my heat to join ours and you to forget there was ever air between our skin?
What if I love all you loathe and what if I spend my days dirtying up your brain that was washed?
Show you new pictures of the same you you started avoiding in the mirror?
What if I say all they say is wrong and fill your ears with honest words in a language you stopped practicing?
What if I plant new flowers in the places you frown at, and teach you the names of them as they bloom?
What if I told you to never cut them and let the petals decorate the floor as you twirl through your life?
What if you forget you were ever anything other than beautiful?
~Tyler Knott Gregson