I would burn holes in my skin if you wanted to see my bones
I would peel back the skin of my arms if you wanted to see the veins that kept me living
I would degregate myself so that you could witness my soul in full
If you wanted to watch the clouds burn i would soak them in kerosene
And set them alight from my seat in the stars
If you wanted me to read you your favourite book
I would stay awake for days on end to memorise every word.
If you wanted to be a muse i would write you a poem so violent it was romantic
If you wanted nothing more then to lay in the ground with the bugs
I would crawl in with you and squeeze all the air from my lungs.
Suffocating the seconds, the minutes
the hours
until my vision disappeared and i wasn't able to see
Or hear
Or breathe
I would be sacrificial
More then willing
To lay in the earth and decompose
As long as you wanted me to stay
As long as you were willing to deal with my presence
Even in death.
I would lay in the earth with my burnt
Holey skin
Because you wanted to see what lay within.
