Take It

Here.
Take it.
Take every drop I have.
My blood is yours
just as every beat
of my heart
has always been yours.
Squeeze these drops
between you fingers
and feel the slick heat
of my love,
the sweet sting
of my death
as they drip words
from my veins.

Here.
Take it all.
Take the atoms
that make me
and tear them
until they explode,
sending rockets
of bloody love
into the shimmering darkness.

Take it from me
so that I am no longer blind
and clinging to
fragmented conversations
left to rot
in the vaults of memory.

Here.
Take it.
It’s always been yours.

~Patience

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