Poetry Journal

Give you

I am the overflowing sink in the upstairs washroom. 

Distant, never noticed until it effects everything below the steps. 

I'll give you my heart, 

if you'll give me a smile. 

I'll give you my lips,

 if you'll use them gently. 

I'll give you my voice, 

if you'll speak softly. 

I'll give you my lungs, 

if you'll give me a breath. 

I'll give you the entirety of my soul, 

if you'll just give me a second glance. 

I will be your wings when you need some, 

your spine when you've lost yours, 

and a recycling bin when you've been tossed away. 

Arms that are open, 

Good weed to smoke with, 

and love that is unconditional. 

I will be anything, I will do everything, just to benefit you.