i'm willing to give you the most crucial piece of my pride's Jenga tower
but you have to pick up a mirror
and get your lips off my backbone
i'm willing to build you into my patterns
as long as you admit i'm your stepping stone
and still hold me in your strong flower arms
i am willing to take the helmet off my pledge organ
if you share your pistachios and red wine
your instincts and dust bunnies
i am willing to show you every laugh line and suicidal tear
but you have to make room for me in your mirror
and kiss my backbone
i am willing to be
but you have to show up
