Do you like me?
With all my tears and scar tissue?
Even though I'm emotionally unstable
And I'm still a bit afraid of the dark.
You know I'm sensitive and grumpy.
You know I'm insatiable and clumsy.
You know I'm a writer
Cynical
And spiteful.
Could you love me?
This mess of frizzy hair and insecurities?
Even though I self sabotage
And I very nearly hate everyone I meet.
You know I have stretch marks on my ***
You know I'm clingy.
You know I'm afraid of drowning
Heights
And losing you.

Well as long as you know.

Space.
Time to erase
The scars and bruises
I've given myself after getting too close
To things that hurt my mind
My heart
My skin.

My scars will fade.
I've just got to wait for
my memories to catch up.

The dark makes us anxious.
We're recovering from our fear.
The soothing murmur of my breathing
As I coo myself to sleep.
The gentle tossing of your body
A reminder that you're near.

It's okay to be afraid.
I'll be your nightlight.

Maybe that's why I don't have a mom.
Maybe she wouldn't like me much either.

You want to keep me
But not own me.

Be close
But not hold me.

Love me
But not need me.

Have the power to break me.
I'm crumbling.

Torturous.
Surrendering yourself.
Being brave enough to give someone the power to hurt you.
And loving them all the same when they do.

I loaded a gun with good intentions
And pressed it to my head.

I didn't feel guilty anymore
Because when the gun went off I was dead.