And I know you won't ask me
but I'd say yes every time.
You hide your hands
ashamed of the damage
they could do
but I tell you to go ahead
there's nothing you could do
to me that I haven't already
done to myself.
Once is not enough
I need to love you everyday
to the moon and back
and further
til my eyes are blazing with it.
Don't worry about your own hands
mine can tear you apart
just fine

 

 

(this image is not mine, I couldn't find the original source)

If I could have the names tattooed on my skin
of all the people I have ever loved,
whether fiercely or simply
because of a single glance
exchanged across a crowd,
or the brush of fingertips
accidentally exchanged
across a table.
Then maybe when I die
they will look at my body
and say she loved many,
and if the reasons I loved them,
were there as well,
then my entire body
shall be covered with ink -
evidence of love
and being loved,
proof of a life
lived in love
shall be written
all over my skin.