Give me…

give me laugh lines and wrinkles
i want proof of the jokes we shared
engrave the lines into my face like
the roots of a tree that grow deeper
with each passing year
i want sunspots as souvenirs 
for the beaches we laid on
i want to look like i was 
never afraid to let the world 
take me by the hand 
and show me what it's made of
i want to leave this place knowing 
i did something with my body
other than trying to 
make it look perfect

-rupi kaur