"can u love me now"

Love me not despite the dark, but for the way I survived it. for the scream I turned into silence. for the way I still reach with bloody hands. please, God— not because I’m clean, but because I’m real. Show me your thorns, and I’ll give you hands already scarred. I will bleed, if bleeding means we no longer hide. Because maybe I am a bad person. Maybe I hurt what I touch. Maybe I carry too many ghosts. But beneath the wreckage, I am still here— asking the question no one dares to speak aloud: "Can you still love me… now?"