version of me

can you love the version of me that's not so unseen that's uncontrollably reckless that seeks for love even when it leaves you restless can you love the version of me that wants to be touched in the softest way possible even when it leaves us with lust can you love the version of me that cracks open when I am all alone in a dark room even when it leaves us doomed and broken but most of all can you love the version of me that doesn't remind you of her the version... that craves you in a room full of unwanted souls that seeks for you in the darkest storms can you love the version you see as ugly?