❝If
I had the choice to keep a piece of you, I’d take
your eyes, so I can see the beauty you see in me. Maybe I
would steal one of your lungs too, breathing you and your
love in each time I exhale pain. I’d borrow your mind
to see the lost thoughts and unvoiced
dreams—maybe
I would be able to trace the roots of your lovely soul. I
might also take your voice so I can listen to your I love
you’s like a broken record. Or maybe I would just
keep your
hands—something
to hold onto when I feel like falling or
drowning.
