I'll be impolite
and take your organs
to replace my broken ones.
I'll take your eyes
for mine can only see
the dark vastness of the ocean.
I'll take your hands
because mine can only
feel the shallow depths
of your mind.
I'll take your mouth
and press it against my arms
so that I'll know what its like
to feel loved even
when I am still healing
from the stitches from
which I was made.
I'll take your stomach
twist every ungrateful
word that came out of my own.
I'll only take and take
what I can't have,
and soon, there will be nothing
left of you.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
I'll be impolite
and take your organs
to replace my broken ones.
I'll take your eyes
for mine can only see
the dark vastness of the ocean.
I'll take your hands
because mine can only
feel the shallow depths
of your mind.
I'll take your mouth
and press it against my arms
so that I'll know what its like
to feel loved even
when I am still healing
from the stitches from
which I was made.
I'll take your stomach
twist every ungrateful
word that came out of my own.
I'll only take and take
what I can't have,
and soon, there will be nothing
left of you.
