but darling, i am
destined to destroy everything i touch,
and if i were a stronger soul,
i would tell you to get back,
to not run into the burning house,
to swim away from the riptide.
but, beloved, i cannot.
for i am a creature of abandonment,
and with your outstretched hand 
and smile to blind stars,
you are offering me
a life for more than just leaving.
and when you ask me
if your bleeding would make me stay,
home has never hurt so much.