Some one I shared my edges with
He was love
He is love
His love Still as a lake with no ripples
no sudden movements
But then again I ask could I have even hide my edges from him.
He knows all he's all
But I know he's always the one n all.

Get scared to share those edges
They were no longer my own
They were his face, his surfaces.
What if they were all bruised
That they are not left with any flaps to cover.
What if they were covered with dirt n spider webs hanging on each of my edges what if they grew into me
What if I were to become they

My edges
Ahhh! They are covered
They are no longer bruises
They are wearing his skin that they didn't even want their old flaps anymore
They are all his blood shading down on them
they proudly say
Left on the edges!!!!