Can you love my sharp edges
The way your tongue feels against
my ridges
and the way I disbelieve that
you want me, despite them being there
Can you love how I’ll fight for something
Then apologise for being ‘too’ over the top
When it was the thing that meant
so much to me
and I felt unseen
My head -
I shamed me
Smashed it into smithereens
after I blew it off
Can you love the way I hate men
‘educating me’
As if I could never know
Or understand
But there is so much I don’t know
Brain mush to dissect
and you won’t wonder at what
was found
My stomach that either feels empty
or heavy and round
The way I care too much
and can do too little
The way I’m never perfect
and you’ll think of me
as hypocritical
You’d be so cynical
Everyone is always so cynical
that I have any sort of meaning
I go to over talking and
over dreaming
You hate me when I feel
it all out
Days in the dark
Coming back to life
by dwelling in the stars
I have to see the bigger picture
Or there is no picture at all
Could you deeply love me
and, as I’m all or nothing,
Would you plunge
me into never
and small
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