Stop Worrying

What do you want me to say?
Do you want me to tell you that your
beautiful even without the layers
of makeup you put on religiously
every morning in front of the mirror or
how you want me to tell you your thinner
even though that dress makes you look bigger
than I know you are?

Is that what you want in a guy—
the truth, where everything is
laid bare for all to take notice.

But your smile is brighter when I say
‘your beautiful no matter what you
wear or what you do or don’t have on.’

I’m the one who kisses you in front of
our friends
because I know that you are always
happier when I do.

I will tell you the truth in this—
I enjoy making you happy, watching
your lips curl, the way your
cheeks rise causing your blue
eyes to smile along with your whole body.

I never do have to lie about the things
you ask me. About what you look like as you ponder
your shape in the full length mirror by the bed, and
how you wish you were thinner but then
what would I have to hold when we fall
asleep on the couch.

I know I’m lucky
And I will always say that,
So stop worrying about all the fuss,
The make-up and the little black dress
Hanging on the bathroom door.
‘Just come and watch the game with me
because I love it when you curl up
next to me
even in your sweats and one
of my old t-shirts.’