Parts of me 

 I place the love of me in a cup, tossing it to the end of a endless tablePreying as is glides, that it'll reach the edge and fallI place my commitment in a bag, a black hole is where I threw itDoing 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 selfHow do I love a freshly polished diamond, like youWith sun kissed skin, so potent that God has yet to find a light that you don't look good inWith 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 continueTearing off my fleshRipping out my lungPouring out my bloodStill nun, as I stand here as a fragile abode, I notice a glow, bright a vim at the same timeAs if that glow was here fighting to shine but still goingReaching for the light I fall...into the cup, thru the bag and softly in to the black hole.