There.

i just handed over some of my darkest poetry 
to a man i hardly know

i'm willingly sharing parts of my old soul

with a stranger

completely transparent effects of my past

pictured in focus for him to see for himself just 
how much i've developed

what he sees when he looks at me now took time

only from the darkest of rooms was i able to emerge so beautifully

i'm not ashamed of the process, so no way can i hide it

but this still makes me anxious

sitting here trying to read his face as he reads

me

the deal with my heart laid right out there

vulnerability tangible

causing the table to tremble

sorry

i shake my leg when i'm nervous

but don't mind me

keep reading

i'm not afraid