Darling Dear

You will never own my heart but you can own every single one of my bones. All Two Hundred and Six. They are yours. All my heart does is bump bump bump, that is all it is good at.  So you will never own my heart but you can have my bones and I will be your muscles. Bones and muscles, they don't work with out each other. Bones support the muscles and the muscles cling to the bones.

You will never own my heart but you can take my lungs. They are damaged but they are yours. All my heart does is pulls blood in and pushes it, pulls it in and pushes it away again, but you aren't a yo yo and I don't want to push you away. All I want is to pull you closer. So have my lungs and be their oxygen. They will pull you in and you will make them grow, and they will burn with out you, never getting enough.

You won't ever own my heart but you already have my mind. They estimate there are 1,000 trillion synapses in the brain and you can have them all. All my heart knows how to do is keep going but you, you made my mind stick on repeat for the last two years, so take it. My mind is stuck on you and you alone and so it is already yours.

My heart, all it does is bump bump, push and pull, go go go. My bones, my lungs, my mind? All they do is crave you. So take them, sign your name to them and claim them as your own. Because while you may never own my heart you already own the rest of me.