to my best friend.

use me as a doormat; 

walk all over me. 

break my cowardly back

like you always do.

use this body

beneath your formative feet

as a platform,

as a ladder. 

climb as high as you can

and when you have reached as

far as your body will take you,

climb higher.

dig those beautiful feet

into my spine,

use your tippy-toes. 

i want them to break me

because then, at least, 

it will still feel as though

you are actually there. 

the pain will remind me that you

at one point

actually needed me. 

i will give you every ounce of 

e v e r y t h i n g

inside of this useless body, 

but don't feel bad. 

i give these things free of charge. 

let me be the back that makes you

rise

instead of fall; 

at least then i will have a purpose. 

because what good are all these things

i can do

if i let them go to waste?

take the hours from my days, 

spend them as you wish. 

i am not as adventurous

spontaneous

wild

care-free

as you are. 

for me, those hours come from deadlines

bills

worries about the future

worries about you and me and the life i'm not living the hours/minutes/days i'm not using

so just take them

a l l o f t h e m

all of me

and do with them whatever you want.

it does not matter one way

or another.