You told me you loved me. Shit.

I try not to appear too damaged as I…

Peel back my layers.. Gently exposing truths about myself…

Attentive to your reaction, ready to conceal again if needed.

But I am never fully Naked. I Never just let you see me… for me.

Cause if you knew the things that I know about me… Would you still think that I am the exception?

So I… Take my insecurities and wrap them in confidence and good intentions so that they appear harmless.

.. So that I… I appear harmless.

I ask myself…

Are you in love with who I AM, or are you in love with the man that I choose to Show you?

I would like you to believe that I am always charming, never jealous, always motivated, and never angry.

That my smile is always genuine and that I handle my problems as calmly as I make it seem.

Layer after layer after layer…

Its been so long that I am not even sure anymore what’s at the core.

So I pose this…

What if we stood in front of each other Naked?

Scars out in the open.

If I… Panic and cover part of me in embarrassment…

will you reach for me and assure me that it’s okay?

If I… let my demons out will you hold tight to my hand while I face them?

And If I… Throw my arms to the sides and yell that THIS…

THIS IS THE REAL ME… and by loving me you will help me to love myself…

… Will you be able to?

But we are not yet Naked.

And until we are… Saying you love me will never mean what it should.

-Jayden

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“Aw babe… where’s that from?”

That was her response after I simply told her that her kisses are like the first bite into a soft, fresh fruit.

Lightweight cheesy, but true. Words placed on my tongue by the same girl who…

questions their origin.

Is it my fault that what you make me feel paints metaphors in my mind that surpass my creativity?

This is what she makes me… An Unintentional Poet.

I am not reciting lines from a verse that I have skillfully bended…

My confession becomes a sentence that holds more power than I intended.

But really all I wanted to tell you was that…

I didn’t know Love had a taste until I tried to savor the aura left by your lips,

and the other night I was just trying to explain that I do not Own but am merely a protector of your heart, standing guard, using my heart to shield yours…and,

Ahhh, out and out it pours!

Where were you when I was taking English my junior year?

This is what she makes me… An unintentional poet.

I confess to her and she hears lines written by a passionate lover from a book of english sonnets.

If the day comes where she wants to see the text… I can At Best, place her head on my chest.

Maybe then she can hear the rhyme schemes taking form.

-Jayden