what i have done to hold you.
you asked me once and i gave you it all
i washed my hands of someone i once was
to become someone for you
and i think i’m better for it
and you consume me
you eat me whole and fill me up
and i will beg for your love
until i am no more
and it sounds like romance
because it is
but it’s also my disease
it’s a part of me
and i have not changed
though i look better
though i feel better
if you leave me
my life will rot and i will be no more
if you leave me
it will take every fibre of my soul to stay and become new again
(i won’t whisper these words to you
now or ever)
