Is my honesty too strong…

Too daunting and too much to take in…

I get it… Too much honesty must be a lie… I mean how can one love so much…How can one possible have that much passion… Feel that deeply…

There must be lies wrapped in that vortex of expression..

After all.. I’m too unbeautiful to be cherished by another… I don’t even love me… Yet you expect me to believe that you see through all of that..

That you have a 3rd eye… One that burns through the haze that any facade can muster… You can actually see me for me?

Lol… There is no facade… I am as ugly as I am beautiful… For you to only acknowledge my beauty is to deny half of who I am… And it’s not me who you love but half of me… And the rest some bull shit you just made up…

And the part of me you deny… What do you suppose I do with that… Keep it hidden? Repressed? Smother it with shame until it suffocates only to be resurrected at a later time… At a time when your 3rd eye will conveniently fail you… And I no longer conceal my unbeauty… Which by now becomes full blown ugly…

An ugly who’s only companion is chaos…

Can my chaos disrupt our structure.. Will you grow mad with the chaos… Will your love keep you sane…will your love be the salvation of my chaos…

Or perhaps your love really isn’t all you thought it to be…

Or maybe just maybe… Your love will abandon us both..

Let that truth reverberate…

Or is my honesty too strong?