Blue Ironing Board

Give me something to die for,
for I am nothing to live for.
German boys with hiked up pants
and a spider web of dirty words;
this is the life I've always dreamt of.
I have been bleeding to death for five months;
any day is mine.
Any day in any quick, painless way,
this is my love for you.
My love for a body encasing a soul,
one I would have never thought to be inside of.
Within the hair covering the face
of the most beautiful boy in the world.
I've thrown you around,
no farther than myself.
But much farther than respect allows.
The silver intwinement that is my right thumb
is the cliff we're dangling off of.
I could dangle with you for my entire life,
or just a day or two.
This could be a confession.
One of a frightened kitten.
I'd like to die with you.