Picture this: I’m holding my scars 

in my right hand and the rest

of my skin in my left: 

dimples impressed and rubber-

stretched until collagen tears, 

so I’m some skinless, bleeding worm.

10/31/25 Would you love me if I was a skinless, bleeding worm? 

My eyes are squeezed 

shut and I’ll never unshut them 

because I’m trying to be blind

to my own potential 

and disable myself 

from a promising future. 

2/14/26 Would you love me if I never became the girl

you dreamed of?

My stomach is split  

open and my kidneys are failing 

from the lithium 

I’m swallowing every night.

1/1/27 Would you love me if you had to give parts of yourself away for me?

The heart rate monitor is droning 

some 441Hz pitch and my brows are furrowed. 

You’re squeezing my hand 

so hard my knuckles are turning 

white. I wish I could

un-scar your abdomen. I never thought 

I was worth it.

//

9/21/35 Would you love me if I could never love 

again?