Love me like a semicolon;
End me so I can go on.
I’m not asking for much,
Reduce ‘me’ to rubble,
Tread on ‘me’ with imprint of boots,
Sledgehammer ‘me’ until I shatter to shards,
Trample ‘me’ with a herd of bulldozers,
Destroy ‘me’ until ‘I’ cease to exists,
Then in ‘You’, what’s left is true,
And will live on in bliss.