How much of myself
do you want me to give up
so I can be your everything?
How much of my skin
would you like me to peel away,
and how much blood
would you like me to trail,
and must I do it artfully?
Will you critique
my anemia and my tremors?
And in the end,
will you collect me
when I am nothing but husk
and return me to myself?
Return Me To Myself
