Would You, Could You Love Me? Poem by Bree Z Love

Love me with all my scars;
battle wounds in my bags,
behind closet doors.

Love me with all my scars;
aching when I toss and turn,
in bed hitting all the wrong nerves.

Love me with all my scars;
that make me unattractive and ugly.
revealing imperfections of burnt love?

Allow me to open up the door;
to love me first then you?

Allow me to lay next to you;
You rub my temples; black out yesterdays
restless doubts. Then, I'll put on for you a new day,

Would you?
Could you?
Love me.
I ask for me and for you.