I’d gladly pull my heart out and give it to you.
Break my ribs apart and yank it from its cavity,
Clean up the blood and put it in a box, and give it with a bow to you.
I’d gladly give you my brain if you asked.
Open my skull and tear through the nerves,
Wrap in tissue paper
just to let you know what I was thinking.
I’d give you my soul if I could,
catch it in a net and rip it from my body.
But the ball and chain keep it tethered here,
your name is sewn into its seams.
I’d give you my eyes as a present,
gouge them from their sockets with my own hand,
and place them in your hands,
just so you can see how beautiful you really are.
All I ask for is your heart in return, bleeding in my fingers