Your destined for the display case only, but I can't wait to smear the glass.

[keepithushhush]

I am only cartelidge and bone.
I am nothing at all.
I don't want to leave you,
Left to wilt beside a garden of flowers.
I don't want this,
To be rendered in a fashion unfashionable.
I don't want us,
Decaying on a dying artform of landscape.
My ribcage has become ajar,
And everything that is inside,
within reach,
is yours,
and yours only.