best side

Could you imagine my bad side bedside best side?
My loud heart tucked where the softest regrets hide?
My mess dressed up in moonlight and pride,
Still hoping you’d love me after the tide?

Could you imagine my wrong words in right breath?
My laughter stitched close to the edge of death?
My lips saying stay while my pulse whispers run,
My soul half-buried, still chasing the sun?

Could you imagine my storms curled near your peace?
My fire held tight where your calm finds release?
My need dressed bare, not sharp, but wise—
A plea I forgot how to disguise?

Could you imagine the ache I outgrew in grace,
The version of me I refused to replace?
The faultlines I draw just to see if you’ll cross,
The weight of me tender, the want in me loss?

Could you imagine—truly imagine—this tide?
My chaos not hidden, but kissed where I hide?
The shadows I soften for you to reside—
Could you love me with all of me, side by side?