if I am known
am I unlovable?
beneath the smile
the carefully calculated pace
of pre-planned speech
in the stuttering
and decaying teeth
am I still loved?
is my anger
something you can hold?
my undying stress
something you can shoulder?
in the depths of the mould
a body that acts as though
it has already grown old
every ounce of my prose
has already been told
and I am
drenched in fear
stained with tears
i am holding my hands
before my face
in quivering anticipation
a pathetic attempt to be ready
for the pain I must brace
i cower in the corner
hold my own hands
forget how to rhyme
all the time
in the selfish choices
unkind voices
could you make space for me?
hold me gently?
make me believe
i can still be loved?
i know there is good here
unquestionable creativity
empathy that is endlessly
the near end of me
i know that I work
so very hard
to make a difference
but will you hold
the bad?
smile gently at the way
everything makes me sad
stay
even though I’m slightly mad?
if I am known
am I unlovable?
can you look past the flesh
and the piercing stress
that makes me shiver?
can you look at it all
and think
still, I love her
can we still love one another?
i will lay all of it bare
and understand
if you run
but I would love
if you would hold it
under the sun
splash light on the darkness
stain pain with love
if I am known
can I still be loved?
07/12/25 - 12:48am