I’d give you my lungs,
but they can barely breathe.
They’ve carried too much weight,
and now, they’re tired.
I’d offer you my eyes,
but they’ve cried too many tears.
They’ve seen too much pain,
and now, they’re dim.
You could have my mind,
but it’s full of broken thoughts.
Memories I can’t escape,
and I’m still lost in them.
Take my skin,
but it’s marked with scars.
Each one has a story,
but none are beautiful.
I’d offer my lips,
but too many have kissed them,
and I don’t know if they’re mine
anymore.
My body’s here,
but it feels empty,
used, broken,
like it doesn’t belong to me.
So what can I give you?
When all of me feels ruined,
and there’s nothing left to share?
Even my heart—
I’d offer it,
but it’s cracked and rotting,
and I don’t think
you’d want it.
