No
I don't want death

I want someone
who once close to my heart

won't poison it
with their tongue

someone
who won't bite hard

or take too much
from my fragile arms

Hold my scars
in your kind hands

hold this delicate throat
without crushing it

use your knives
to cut my dinner, not my wrists

and carry this husk
until it's whole

please
I promise you won't regret it