she screams, “show me your beast!”
but I keep it contained
she says, “bring me your darkness.”
but I’m too scared
she asks, “may I see your scars?”
but they stay hidden

cause what if when you tear me apart
I can’t be put back together
what if you decide
I’m not worthy of being fixed?
I think the only thing that could deepen my hurt
would be your rejection
So please.
don’t unravel me.