#5

i would lie dead in the street if it meant you would come move me.

i would cut my body open if it gave you space to crawl inside my stomach and grow there.

i would feed you sunlight and water and the best soil if you promise to bloom. (i want you to outgrow me but i will always miss you).

i will yearn to be the dust under your feet if it meant you’d thank the earth for allowing you to walk upon it.

i would die for you to love me, but i know i’d never get to sleep in your sheets.

i’d lay on your covers, your television burning my eyes, and i’d bleed on your bed.

i know that it will be unnatural for you to hold me unless there’s 6 feet of dirt above me.