I am here to hurt you.

Hand me your heart,
bleeding and succulent
and young,
and I will show you what it means
to have loved and lost.

I am here to love you.

Hand me your soul,
singing and blossoming
and pure,
and I will show you what it means
to ascend to heaven.

Embrace my smile.
Surrender to my eyes.

Convince yourself
that everything that is wrong in my head
is something you can fix.