II

I want you to show me every twisted
frightening thought you've ever had.

I want your eyes to crack my bones,
I want your words

to tear

my skin

apart.

I want you to show me the oceans.
Drown me in my dejection,
Reject me of being extricated.

I want you to undress your heart, and show me how much it hurts,
So that I can tell you how how I intend to stop it.

I am the ravaged,
But spirited,
And damaged,

But still deserving --