Ruin me darling.
Break me. Unmake me. Take me to Far Beyond Saving.
Make me into simple things like memories and breathing.
Let me become the smell of rain drops and the feeling of cold toes.
I'll be the dimming starlight reflected in the condensation dripping from your glasses.

Let me be as the leaves that fall and swirl, ignored as you stomp down dirty paved roads, while kicking stones and whistling.
Turn me into the salt that burns your eyes when you decide that drowning would be too dramatic. Or maybe I can be sea shells. Crunching glass like beneath your bared feet and occasionally stabbing you enough to make you bleed.

Let me be the simple. The beautiful nothings that spiral unseen all around you.
I want to be a cigarette burn in your favorite T-shirt. And you will force yourself to ignore it because the shirt itself was more meaningful than me.


I want to be ruined darling.
Because you and I both know that it is only when I can be nothing to you
that I may purge myself of your existence, transcend and be freed.

So ruin me. Ruin me. Please.