Waiting

I'm waiting

Why does it seem that 

I'm loved less

The more I fall in love

With myself?

I'm trying to remember that

It is a blessing 

The more often

Boundaries are set,

The less often

People feel comfortable 

Taking advantage of me

And the more often 

I feel pride

On the lonely nights

With no one else beside me

I trace my own skin

Feel every curve and crack

Underneath my fingers

And appreciate 

This body that's never failed me

I am waiting

For someone to trace my curves

And love them

To admire the stars on my skin

That form my constellation tattoo 

To realize, I am celestial 

And that I am worth celebrating