Will you leave?
If ever I show my demons
And my flaws
That flow in a turbulent miserable way
That kind of weep your eyes away

When I show my scars, bandaged hideously
That scare me as well
That I shamefully show you
That the pure ocean would never wash away
Even the Arabian scent wouldn’t dare to

When I don’t appreciate my being and love myself less
When my misery, hurt, pain is embodied within me
And no one can cave me in
When my heart would start to deteriorate
When I tend to be fussy and clingy
Only because of what my crazy love made me do
Will you leave me then?

When the leaves turn stale and the
Beautiful roses don’t seem red no more
When my mind is paralysed and lost
When I’m not recognised any more

Will you leave me when I’m insecure about myself
When I’m speechless and no words are gasped out
When the cold breeze is just so
Invidious, odious, and obnoxious
I gave you the options
So choose

I’ve said my truth, I’m not a butterfly
That is carefully patterned beautifully, bright fully fledged.
I can’t be the person that you architectured
Or pictured rather so, I refuse!
Would you leave me?

Is the question that still lingers within me
Until death do me apart
When I would hear the footsteps of the people
Walking away from my grave that day
Would you leave me?