I would tear my body apart,
Stitch a blanket with my skin,
Decorate it with my blood,
And give it to you,
If you needed the warmth.
I would let my lips bleed,
My teeth break,
My mouth disfigure,
And look at you with love,
If that would be what it takes, for you to kiss me.
I would rip my heart out,
Present it to you on a silver platter,
With dark crimson fluid dripping on its sides,
Plated prettily,
If that would make you notice me.
I would hold your hands tightly,
Even if it made my hands bleed, my fingers break,
Take all the suffering you walk through,
Grasp it and store it in my soul,
If that would make you love me.
What does my love amount to,
If not make life easier for you,
If there is another way,
I’m all ears,
For I don’t know how else to love.