Let Him In Poem by K K

I would let him open myself and pick out my heart just to hold it.
I would let him cut up my sternum just to see what's inside.
I'd let him pick apart the pieces he loved the most to keep.
I'd be the most beautiful experiment If he wanted.
He would leave no stitches or scars.
He wouldn't waste any piece of my beautiful corpse.
And I'd be the most willing victim if he asked.
I'd love him watching him cut me open and examine every inch of my insides.
Because it's all for him.
And I'd let him wear me proudly.
Like a lover showing off his prize.
I'm his every inch every fiber every atom.
And he's mine.
My handsome surgeon.
Every cut, mine.
Every incision, mine.
His.
Forever.