Conversations on the Roof

“Would you kill for me?” you ask,
And I don’t even have to draw breath 
Before answering
Yes

Without hesitation,
Without warning,
Without pause for thought,
Without fear of the consequences

With a bullet,
A blade,
A drop of poison,
Even with my pale bare hands

There is no doubt in my mind,
I would take a thousand lives
If it meant being a part of yours
For just a minute longer

“But would you die for me?” 
Yes,
Yes
A hundred times yes 

I’d sacrifice myself
In a heartbeat,
Sacrifice 
My heartbeat

For what use is a heart,
If it beats
Only in the absence
Of the one you love 

At the hands of another,
Or the mercy of yours,
I would plead for my end,
Go willingly 

And on my death bed
You would be the last thing I thought of,
My prayers not for myself
But for you

The promised prospect,
Of my sacrifices,
Is all you need
To hear

“And I for you”
Comes your reply
As you turn away,
Content with my words

I gaze after you
The man
For whom I’d kill
For whom I’d die

But what you don’t know
Is that no death 
Could compare
To the sacrifice of my very existence

And as you rest 
Assured of my love,
What I want to say is
I would live for you

When the shards 
Of my broken heart
Pierce my skin 
And slit my wrists

Until
I am blinded
By the sting
Of my own tears

My frail legs buckle,
Crushed,
Beneath the weight
Of my sadness

Until I’m on my knees,
I still can’t find happiness
In any corner
Of the world

And instead
Drown,
Losing myself in the currents
Of my sorrows

So suddenly
Death
Is the only thing
I would like to endure

I would live for you