CW: Gore
If I could
I would catch the butterflies that live in my stomach
And emerge from their cocoons
When daydreams of you consume my thoughts
And present them to you, wings fluttering from your love.
If I could
I would dissect the nerves of my brain
To find the words that describe how I feel about you
If I could
I would poke out my eyes
So you might see how I view you
And your smile that could make a pessimist
Reconsider the world.
If I could
I would rip my lungs from my chest:
Those pink mounds of sponge
So you might see how it slows
When my head rests on your chest.
If I could
I would tear my heart from my chest
And present it to you on a platter,
Bloodied and raw as a fresh carcass,
Pulsating,
Just so you can see how it skips a beat
When you call me yours.