would you bleed for me?
i'd take a machete and go to town if you needed me to
my violence is to vanquish my misguided foes,
your unwanted persecution, and my religious salvation.

i'd drip honey in my eyes if it meant our expiration
never came. if it meant that "forever" would be longer than twelve
more months. if it meant that you could be honest without being nice
and needed not to bear the weight of my wasteful tears.

i would bruise my knuckles to the point of no return,
leave my battered, emaciated body to the crows,
dissolve back to where i came from before i was born
to preserve our sanctity.
i'd kneel on grains of rice in the pews of a musty church,
praying and begging that you would come for me soon.

you are the only place i belong in this world