Ruination

I want to be loved to ruins.

Love me till I am crumbling pillars and falling walls,

love me till I am reduced to rubble, to dirt, to dust.

My absence leaving a tangible shape, with sharp corners you stumble over in the middle of night.

Understand every piece meal part of me,

make me Helen, Cleopatra, Juliet.

Give me tragedy, devastation, all consuming,

or give me nothing at all.

Love me like I love my favorite poem,

run the lines through your mind like a never ending song that your bones can’t seem to stop singing,

sing me from your blood sing me from your breath.

Love me to ruins.