Dear future love of my life,
I’m sorry in advance.
“What for?” You may ask
To that I say, everything
Every bruise,
inside and out
The ones from simply bumping into walls
and the ones from poorly raised lovers
Every scar
The cuts I will cover with the sleeves of my dress
and the time I hit my chin on a hard wooden table
Every mark
Not the ones I won’t leave on you,
just the ones left on me
Every curve of my body has them,
carries them like a burden
I’m sorry for the pain I may cause you
Simply because I failed to learn to love myself
And because everytime I tried to love,
it ended in pains and sorrows
So future soulmate,
I am so incredibly sorry