Lay on your back show me your scars. Think about how she made you feel, about the things you want to do with her and can’t. Think about all the things I want to do with him but won’t. Show me the road map to that war torn city inside. The war between your head and your heart have created casualties across the battlefield. There’s pieces of you everywhere. I’m trying to brace this storm. I forgot my armor along the way. Unbutton your shirt and introduce me to these soldiers defending your pride, they must be good at their job. I’ve tried to get them on my side, but I can’t seem to win them over. I come bearing no gift, no peace offering except these open hands of mine. Take off your belt and inhale, breathe in my good intentions. Shudder at my mistakes. Run your hands along my misconceptions, grab a handful of my fear and take it in. I’ll touch those scars around your chest and your hipbones, they’re taking me to her.  For I’ve come to meet the queen, the one who holds the key to the kingdom of your soul that I’ve yet to see.