Are you ready to see the ugly parts of me?
All the scars that aren’t healed just yet, and the new ones that surfaced,
The cuts and bruises of my present struggles,
The horror stories of my past,
All the flaws and imperfections of this being,
The dark corners of my soul,
The deep labyrinth of my personality,
And the circles of hell in my mind.
Are you ready to swim the oceans of my poison?
The bite marks that defined my battles,
The burning acids that I mistook as wine,
The riptide of my emotions,
All the pain that were masked as affection,
And the leash of myself that binded me enslaved.
For as long as you embrace my brokenness,
And is ready to take the leap,
I will ask you to leave me be,
Unless you’ll want to see all the ugly parts of me.