You have your wounds.
I have mine.
But what you fail to see is that I see your wounds.
That I have accepted your wounds.
That I am not like the others you were with.
Where they wanted your stars and light.
I want your soul in the night.

I beg of you to see me. Dont see my wounds.
I have accepted mine, unlike you.
See and accept what I have accepted of you.
Then and only then will you be able to truly love me.
Then and only then will I know your soul.