i'd put a knife against my chest
and let you press it through
my ribcage, piercing my lungs
and flooding them with
the sadness residing within me.
just because it's you.

i'd hand you a razor
and let you cut me open
from my wrist to my shoulder,
spilling out my blood and demons.
just because it's you.

i'd let you hold a gun to
my temple and pull the trigger,
painting the walls of my
living room bright red.
*just because it's you.