Grow your hair out
let me see you without the makeup of optimism

<welcome, cliche> you will say. 
My feet shuffle across your cold floor

<thank you, temptation>

You appeared in my dream last night,
with a million new tattoos for me to find.
Long hair,
scruffy face.
I almost didn’t recognize you today,
your eyes are sadder than in my dreams.

<I am not the one with the guard up, cliche.
Insecurity runs your life.
Who are you without your vulnerabilities?>

<I am yours>