I am reckless and blunt and my dear,
I lash out at every opportunity
possible;
but my passion never dies.

My tongue is not for the faint of heart.
Men have fallen from its wrath,
and I too.
My heart disagrees with the weary.
Loves until the other crumbles,
or until I do.

I have no use for those who know
only to tame, darling fuel this forest fire.
Don't explain me in plain metaphors.
dissect me and strip me off this wax skin-
molded by hands of faceless men.
Expose the steel soul my heart
has tempered in its flames.
Paint me in art that disturbs and
exceeds the frames.
Sing me in resilient verses only
the deaf or I could hear.

And I, in return,
I will love your calloused hands
***** of paint and burnt from the heat.
Your voice will be the only music
I'll keep.
Strip me further and you'll find my heart, a mirror
a shard of translucent glass to
those who cant see.

I am reckless and blunt and my dear,
I lash out at every opportunity possible
but my passion will always
be born and reborn
from and for you.