Everything, anything,

Sat, 01/03/2015 - 16:08 -- shel

Yes, but, 

what happens when you see
dozens of scars snaking down my flesh,
will you ask their stories, will you grimace in silence, will you kiss them and say darling, the past is where it belongs, leave it there?
What if
my carefully collected shells are too much armor to shed all at once,
embedded in my flesh for so long
that though I may want to be unshackled and pure for you, I am cold and hard, and you still turn away?
When you
spend hours carefully cooking a perfect meal, and I cannot eat more than two bites without crying, 
will that be too much for you? It is for most. I can only try, but not quite hard enough, it seems. 
What if
a lewd comment or an unshaven leg slips out, what if I wake up next to you without sneaking away to brush my teeth first? You will know I am human, fallible. 
And I want to be immortal, utterly immaculate for you. 

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