Final
Poem 40: Morbid
Choke when I need air.
Slit your wrists when I need blood.
Burn yourself when I need heat.
Will you do these? Will you do these for me?
Cut off your hand when I need one to hold.
Take out your eyes when I can't see right.
Distort yourself when I'm insecure.
Will you do these? Will you do these for me?
Stab yourself when I'm mad.
Chop off your pinky when I want your promised.
Cut off your feet when I want to run free.
Will you do these? Will you do these for me?
Chop your tongue out when I'm speechless.
Stop your heart when mine is broken.
Jump from the highest tower when I want someone to fall for me.
Will you do these? Will you do these for me?
Answer my only question. I want to know now.
If you're willing to do these things, show me how.
I want to ask you why you would do all these,
when you know that I just want you to live for me.
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