Plea to the Page

In honor of my efforts and failures; in honor of myself and the process.

I want you to still love me-
After all the shitty lines I've written,
All the non-lyrical bits of nonsense
no feeling and heartless,
too abstract and personal,
I want you to still love me

After the haze of muddled bars wears off
leaving me shaking, naked and ashamed,
cut free from every shell I wear,
I want you to still love me.

Together with the broken beats, off tune, rhythmically stinted
Splintered and spewed with no flow,
with moments of grace that hurt when they're gone
I want      to still love me