Parts of me

I place the love of me in a cup, tossing it to the end of a endless table Preying as is glides, that it'll reach the edge and fall I place my commitment in a bag, a black hole is where I threw it Doing the same with my Hippocracy,my offection, my happiness,and with all the tears I Snead for you over the years. Why I do this? Why disassemble? I'm doing it to find how I love you, how should I a feeble being like my self How do I love a freshly polished diamond, like you With sun kissed skin, so potent that God has yet to find a light that you don't look good in With a smile, a smile what light the realm of my life no matter how mad I find myself. And that mind of yours, giving, prospures, stubborn.... So seeing that I still haven't found how,I continue Tearing off my flesh Ripping out my lung Pouring out my blood Still nun, as I stand here as a fragile abode, I notice a glow, bright a vim at the same time As if that glow was here fighting to shine but still going Reaching for the light I fall...into the cup, thru the bag and softly in to the black hole.