Naked

Naked No lies. No exaggerations. No phoniness. No fakes. No makeup. No heels. No hose. Will you still have me? Underneath, there is me. Naked and unmasked. With only my fears and insecurities to shelter me. Vulnerable and open, full of flaws, but only aware of some. Will you still have me? Will you still have me, When I strip down to the bare truth that is me? If you won’t, I will take my makeup, my pushups, my heels, my hose and walk away, only slightly bruised. I walk away with memory of us, and the knowledge that you couldn’t handle me. You couldn’t handle my truth.