Could you love me? The real version of the story.
Not what you see on the surface and hear in my word.
Could you love my unwavering confidence
Knowing that I’m just as afraid of you, yet won’t show it
Knowing that one of us has to be brave.
Yet for some odd reason I always believe it to be myself.
Could you love me as I struggle through the process?
Too stubborn to even have the idea that is asking for help.
For I’d rather be wrong then take my pride off the shelf.
Could you see through my shield, pierce my armor
Tell that at the end of it all I’m truly In need of repair
Could you hold my face in your hand, look into my heart
Inform me I’m safe, be true when you speak to my soul
Tell me to lower my guard. Tell me that I’ve found a home.
Could you love me even after knowing my fight is made
From the fear of losing what’s important, Of dying alone.
I am strong. I am brave. I am kind. I am all that I desire.
I would sooner endure the blaze than let you near the fire.
I am foolish. I am reckless. I am headstrong. I am a mess.
So I propose this question one last time, just to be honest.
Could you love me at all stages of my heart.
Not just my best?














