words put together

she could tear my heart out my chest and i'd still love her just the same

she could ruin my life
and take over my eyes.
tear open my chest,
and take away what's best.
peel away my lonely skin,
and replace it with ash.
take away my senses,
and fill them with the past.
she could switch all my sins,
and replace them with the cold,
and leave a trace of bitter tears
beside my head to stiffen and mold.
she could squeeze me until i pop,
and leave my ashes out to rot.
she could poison me quickly
with a poison to make me dizzy.
she could trip me in the halls,
and put my secrets on the walls.
she could steal my lonliness,
leave me broken,
beat,
and damned.
she could leave my bones shaking,
begging for warmth in a cold place.
she could tear away my dignity,
bit my bit until the world could see.
she could steal all i own,
and leave me with none.
she could tell me she hates me,
and leave me crying at the door.
she could punch me in the chest,
and i'd still love her more.

she could do all these things,
and leave a trail of pain,
and i'd still be a fool,
because no matter what i gain,
love,
hurt,
tears,
or rain,
i'd still find a way to brag about her existence.

she could steal all my lonliness with her smile,
and i'd still-
never stopping-
find a way to love her more.