Return Me To Myself

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?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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