See My

Evil.

See it from the inside out . Know that this is where my strength lies. Know that all my softness,
all my warmth,
is only because I carry this cold hardness up front. It seems too much, too sharp, for polite society;
something I would
impale
myself on. And I did. For reasons known and lamented.
But - Love,
I have turned the spikes outward and I wait for my enemies to pounce even though

(they never do they never do it's a neverending vigil gods christ I wait so strainingly so fervently for something that isn't coming) nothing has happened. Yet.

See my evil the way I do; I have survived.
I am here and my foes are not. I remain, no matter what came before.
Am I not also cunning,
Love?
Have I not changed my heart
over and
over to
prove it? I can be faster, smarter, stronger. Say the word and I can be
whatever you need.

See my evil.
You say I'm a monster and
I know you're
not wrong;
you're an artist painting the darkness through the light.
But there can be depth in the shadows. There is a spectrum to the light.
I can define the most
beautiful parts of us, if you let me.

See my evil.
I am sitting here catching my breath because- Love -.
I still run
every time
that I think my goodness will find me. I can't do that to myself
again. The parts of me you find most repugnant are the reason I am here to
love and I
don't
mean to say they shouldn't die.

Just that this whole time they were
growing and
feeding and
evolving and
thriving
under a a surface of glass for
you,

Love.