Break out

Over the span of a couple hours, my acne tripled all over the place

Previously subdued and under control, now swollen and fully covering my face

I scream “WHAT HAPPENED, WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS?”

Wondering what God I had pissed off to have such a blotchy appearance

Until you calmly admit that touching my face caused it to go aflame

And that your hands were the source of my blame

I stop, and look again at the spots on my face

Now, no longer seeing them as disgusting or as a disgrace

But instead tangible evidence that I have been loved

Lingering remnants of your touch, remaining on me like a hug

When you leave for a week, and we are apart

I will graze each pimple, remembering your hand like it’s your heart

Imagining the soft brush of your fingers over every bump

Hoping to prolong how long I have each lump

And as they ease and start to disappear off my face,

I will long to break out again in your embrace