"You wanted someone loud in the bedroom but barely audible in arguments.
You wanted someone with
curves to fill out those jeans and a mountain full of chest
but doesn’t take up too much
space when sleeping.
You wanted a trophy, someone to parade around.
I am the complete opposite.
I shrink in the bedroom and my voice is as loud as a mother wailing as she buries her child, in an argument.
I do not fill out my jeans
but
its just enough for me.
I am enough for me and
I cannot change for you.
I am my own trophy."