Before Poem by Arta Krasniqi

Before you vow for your love
Let me tell you
That I
Am not perfect
And I never tended
To be.

But I want you
To love my imperfection
The way I will love yours.

I want you to love
All my flaws
And see them as a crown
I keep on my head.

I want you to love
My stretch marks
As if they were
Work of art
For they really are.

I want you to
Love my complexes
As if they were titles
I hold proudly
On my shoulders

To see them
As souvenirs
I brought home
From a war.

I want you to
To want me the way
I am

Or I do not want you
At all!