Will You Love Me Forever? Poem by Laurina Belle

What if one Friday morning you wake up besides me,
And realise I'm not what you expected me to be.
You begin to start seeing each of my flaws,
Like my crooked nose or my odd looking jaw.
Maybe you'll see the stretch marks on my arms,
And how I'm beginning to not look like a charm.
Maybe you'll see that the stretch marks on my thighs,
Look like they've been drawn on by a child covering their eyes.
Maybe you'll notice that I like to talk,
And how I tend to limp when I walk.
Or maybe you'll see my stretch marks as a map,
Leading unsuspected travellers into a love trap.
Maybe you'll realise I talk about you often,
And my annoying voice may start to soften.
You might see my flaws and accept them all,
Just like you promised when we get married in the fall.
Or you maybe you'll go to the kitchen and sit down,
Holding your coffee with a large frown.
And realise that you've lost all feelings for me,
And want a divorce, trying to figure out how to get me to agree.