Parting Gift Poem by Ayaan Naseer

The moon lives in my windowsill
I give you my blood in Goodwill
Take my heart as a parting gift
Take my bones, spend them in a thrift
Take my lungs and breathe my air
Make a necklace out of my hair
Take my veins and make a headband
Wear it with pride, on my demand
Take my fingers, wear them on your face
Your grueling tattoo, let them efface
Make a wristband out of my skin
Don't let me be, a cause of your chagrin.