You think you may know me but do you, really?
You see me as a good investment for yourself, your love and your family. You think I may complement you as a person.
But can you see me as the person I want you to see me as?
Is there something in me that necessitates in you a need of sort to offer me the highest kind of tribute you would to another human being?
Do you have the courage to go beyond my surface, into the depths of my dungeons that hold in captivity my demons and their ghosts? Can you understand their existence in totality?
More importantly can you come to terms with them?
Can you be my shield against that dark stranger – loneliness; in those times when all doors close upon me?
Can you calm the madness of my soul and love me for who I am, not really who I could be?
Can I be... your tender poison for life?

