I want to take every single sad word you’ve ever spoken
and pour them like sugar over my breakfast cereal in the morning.
I’ll eat them with milk
so that they can stick to my insides - parasites,
and sink me like the stones in your pockets.
I want to carve a hole in my skull and suck out my brain
throbbing pink mass -
I want to swap with you.
I’ll make your pain mine.
I’m okay with wanting to die
if it will let you live in peace for a while.
I want to peel of your scars and restick them
to my stinking skin;
oh give me your sin!
I want to take your mistakes and braid them into my hair.
I deserve your pain
and you deserve to glow like house burning to the ground.
I will burn to the ground if it will help you.
If I could take the rope from your neck I would,
and swinging from the rafters,
I want to use my last words to say “Please,
pick fresh flowers for my grave if that will remind you of the love you had for nature.
Write me a poem.
Flee from the scene.
I want to explain how much you don’t deserve this.
And while my problems beat like a drum in my head
you’ve got a marching band and a scream.
Let’s trade horrible music for a while; I want you to feel mild peace.
I would take your sadness like pills every morning
just to keep you happy all day.
I want to wrap my own soul in your sorrows until it suffocates.
If I could, I would pour your hurt into my hands like water
but all I can do is stand in the shadows
saying “I love you,
In a whisper.