If I could, I'd take you
with me,
somewhere s a f e from
everything
that's murdering you
hour by hour,
minute-
by-
minute.

(…it seems so much
worse than that…)

And I would starve myself
for you, if it'd
make you any
t h i n n e r .

I would wear your scars
for you, if it'd
make your wrists
h e a l .

And I would take the drugs
for you, if it'd
make you sober
f o r e v e r .

They're not the ones
that define you
love ---
You're just as
b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l
with them
as with-
out…