Dying For You

And on the days I treat you like a choice , like jewellery

Disposable like plastic cups

Forgettable like the bruises on my legs

Will you still stand by me?

Because I can be so cruel, can be so cold

The last time someone was a priority

Irreplaceable like a mother's antique vase

Memorable like the 1st snow

They cut off my legs to gain height,

But you're the kind of girl people write songs about

You looked at me like no girl ever could

You embraced me with the warmth of a thousand suns

And now I think...

Dying for you would be the most beautiful thing I could do

-p