I don't want to see your scars
I've got plenty of my own
I want to see the way you move
when you think you are alone

I wanna see your stars and gleam
and taste the strange lies in your dreams
and wake with you from far away
and steal your thoughts for just a day

I don't want to see your best
I want to see your world undressed
and laid out for my mind to see
Come on! Show me your poetry

I want to know how mad you got
or what you thought when you smoked ***
or when you will begin again
or why you'll lose, or what you'll win

I want to meet at your backdoor
and dig my toes into your floor
and smell your hair and wash your feet
and find out what you had to eat

I want to see your raw side
your dark, pale underbelly
and scoop you up just like the sea
Please! Show me your poetry