Do You Love Me As I Am?

Do you love me as I am, in all my tangled, broken grace,

With the cracks in my heart, the traces of time upon my face?

Can you hold me close when my flaws spill like stars in the night,

And see in my darkness a flicker of something pure, something bright?

I am not perfect, I am not whole, yet still, I stand here, wide-eyed,

With all my unspoken fears, my desires I try to hide.

Do you see me in my silence, in the moments I can't speak,

In the tears that fall unnoticed, the strength that feels so weak?

To love me as I am, not for the parts you wish to change,

But for the raw, unpolished soul, in all its wild, unsteady range.

Do you love me in the truth and not in the story I was pretending to be,

As I am the beginning, and all means to the end.