The Death of Me

Would you love me if you knew who I was

Could you care if you saw my disgraced face

Uncovered and vulnerable

I stand naked before you

The apple of my eye

The love of my life

And the death of me

You strip me bare with your words

Stop my heart with your gaze

Hold me captive in your passion

But what can I give in return

What would you have of me

My soul is plagued by inconsistent ambivalence

My heart sealed shut with remorse

And still you fight to penetrate its walls

To see me, the real me

Do you want to see me

I fear you do

For it will be the end of you

And the death of me