Flattery

If I could peel my skin away and give you everything beneath,
I would.
I would light myself on fire
And spell out your name with my ashes,
And the wind would blow me away.
If possible I would rip out my spinal cord and carve a bow,
And shoot myself through the heart.
You make me psychotic, crazed with a drug that lives in your blood.
I sleep on soaked sheets through the tears,
And wake up stained red from carving your name in my skin.

Obsession is flattery,
I wish to flatter you.
And then maybe you would love me,
And I could end this self mutilation out of self hatred
That boils in my blood when our eyes connect.
And then I could sleep on a dry bed in my hospital gown.