I'll build you a home in the marrow of me,
stitch your name into the walls of my ribs,
inch by painful inch.

I'll fill my heart with whispers of your name,
so you'll feel more at home in my arms all day.
I'll carve out rooms to make spaces for you,
leave the doors open, let the lights shine through.

I’d cut the wound up like windows to let the wind in,
rearrange every corner to your liking,
just please, my love, don't ever leave me aching.

I would tear down the ceilings if you needed the sky,
strip myself to the bone if it meant you won't lie,
please, flower,
just stay abide.

I will wallpaper the walls with every soft word you’ve spoken,
fill the floors with warmth I've treasured for you, my person,
just tell me you won’t leave, that you won't abandon
as if I were never worth your precious seconds.

What else should I do to make this home better for you?
Tell me,
the shade of paint I should use,
or type of wood I should choose,
just to make my heart worth a stay, my muse.