Skin, flesh, blood, bones.

Skin, flesh, blood, bones.

For love, I am willing to offer all.

It is said that metamorphosis exists in many forms. A butterfly coming out of its cocoon, a spider molting, and a dragonfly cracking open its outer shell.

Funny how one can drastically change given time. Yet still, others oppose to the same idea when it’s applied to us.

I have molted all my skin,

Broken all my bones,

Severed all my veins.

Is it enough proof that change, can happen?

I have loved you with my entirety, but sometimes, it feels empty. Like a body without a soul, flesh without blood, skin without bones.

Maybe, it’s because I’m incomplete; I haven’t gone fully mature. But with you, it always felt like a natural occurrence. Loving you was something I’d change for.

And so, I offer you my flesh, my skin, my soul. Even bones and all.